Thjazi. [He smooths his hand over the tattoo like he will somehow read the ink with his palm.] A giant, actually.
[He cocks his head, considering the different quality of that silence. Then carefully, he reaches up to touch Eugene's cheek with his hand. Partially to feel for his expression, then to offer comfort. A selfish kind of comfort, really.]
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Thjazi. [He smooths his hand over the tattoo like he will somehow read the ink with his palm.] A giant, actually.
[He cocks his head, considering the different quality of that silence. Then carefully, he reaches up to touch Eugene's cheek with his hand. Partially to feel for his expression, then to offer comfort. A selfish kind of comfort, really.]
So you have a tale that no one wants to hear.