[ his expression freezes for maybe longer than he wants it to before he frowns and tries to come up with an answer for the question. he doesn't feel the cold as much as he should, too conscious of everything else instead.
he doesn't look at her in return as he finally answers, rolling one shoulder lazily in a half-shrug. ] It's not a matter of feeling. I know I don't.
[ he's trying to remember the direction of the theater kenzi takes him to. he's marched through the night so often in the city he should know the route like the back of his hand. he turns right, glancing to see if ellie's following. ]
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he doesn't look at her in return as he finally answers, rolling one shoulder lazily in a half-shrug. ] It's not a matter of feeling. I know I don't.
[ he's trying to remember the direction of the theater kenzi takes him to. he's marched through the night so often in the city he should know the route like the back of his hand. he turns right, glancing to see if ellie's following. ]