[She moves then finally, grabbing a neatly folded shirt from the stacked pile in the cabinet behind her. But she pauses before she gets up, simply stares at him another moment. She wonders what he is thinking, why he is nervous. If it's because--but it's not. She knows better.
The t-shirt's standard issue, from the infirmary. Just as quietly as she had stared, she brings it over to him, holds it out to offer.]
You are nervous. [She says this factually, her eyes guarded against his gaze.] Why?
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The t-shirt's standard issue, from the infirmary. Just as quietly as she had stared, she brings it over to him, holds it out to offer.]
You are nervous. [She says this factually, her eyes guarded against his gaze.] Why?