And if that comes out with a slight huff, it's because Cerrit's mad at himself, for not knowing how to communicate what he wants, what he needs. Not knowing how to use his words--he's usually so good with words!--to get everything in his head out in the open.
There's a moment, as he reclaims Watson's hand, where just the back of a talon brushes the pad of a fingertip, before he settles with the same care as ever.
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And if that comes out with a slight huff, it's because Cerrit's mad at himself, for not knowing how to communicate what he wants, what he needs. Not knowing how to use his words--he's usually so good with words!--to get everything in his head out in the open.
There's a moment, as he reclaims Watson's hand, where just the back of a talon brushes the pad of a fingertip, before he settles with the same care as ever.