[ he doesn't do anything when she suddenly jerks out and presses her hands into his stomach. he knows what she's doing before she even vocalizes it, checking to make sure he hadn't been shot too. if the physical proof helps, she can even double check that he is uninjured. he supposes it's lucky that he has a shirt on, so she can't see the actual scars across his torso from being shot in the past. ]
[ he shakes his head, slow enough for her to register it. ] No. He did not.
[ he saw it happen though. he ended up witnessing her dream, as much as he can tell she wishes no one had. ]
[ carefully, he lifts one hand, keeping it in her line of sight. ] Can I show you that you have not been shot today?
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[ he shakes his head, slow enough for her to register it. ] No. He did not.
[ he saw it happen though. he ended up witnessing her dream, as much as he can tell she wishes no one had. ]
[ carefully, he lifts one hand, keeping it in her line of sight. ] Can I show you that you have not been shot today?