[He listens quietly, brows furrowing. One year, and then on a different world... it's been what, eight months or so? So not even two years. It's no wonder she said that. Her life, outside of this place at least, really did just start.]
Is that why you're so... open?
[He's not sure how else to describe it. The way she reaches immediately for someone's hand, stranger or otherwise, the way she smiles and speaks her mind about how she feels, like she's full to bursting or - the more likely option - not growing up in a regular human society means she never learned to hide it, never built up walls to protect herself from the judgment of others. He doubts he could ever be like that, but it's... kind of enviable. He'd thought it so weird at first, but it won him over in a hurry.]
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Is that why you're so... open?
[He's not sure how else to describe it. The way she reaches immediately for someone's hand, stranger or otherwise, the way she smiles and speaks her mind about how she feels, like she's full to bursting or - the more likely option - not growing up in a regular human society means she never learned to hide it, never built up walls to protect herself from the judgment of others. He doubts he could ever be like that, but it's... kind of enviable. He'd thought it so weird at first, but it won him over in a hurry.]