[And he can't help laughing quietly. Isn't that a mental image worth playing through his head?]
Heh, so would I! I don't think we'd run from him, though...
[And with a tug of her hands, he lets them fall from his before he turns his back, glancing back briefly to send her a quiet message: "Follow me", then starts to walk. It's cold out here... and he'd like to get her to a warmer place as soon as possible. They can talk while they walk.]
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Heh, so would I! I don't think we'd run from him, though...
[And with a tug of her hands, he lets them fall from his before he turns his back, glancing back briefly to send her a quiet message: "Follow me", then starts to walk. It's cold out here... and he'd like to get her to a warmer place as soon as possible. They can talk while they walk.]