His mouth hangs open for a second as words sort of stutter to make their claim of his tongue. "I, ah... Entities?" But then he shuts it and shakes his head. "No, you know what? That doesn't-- all the Archive stuff, all that weird shit, it's-- we can work all that out later. It's not like we have that long here- outside, I mean, I-I don't even know which cell you're in."
He turns his hand in Jon's so he can squeeze back - his own hand feels oddly warm in it, and when he looks down he can see how one of Jon's hands has an ugly burn wrapping around it, so his return squeeze is gentle (and he's still uncertain as to the touch at all but he can guess, and clearly Jon both wants and needs it). "But-- as terrible as it is, I'm here now, so. You can trust me."
He looks back at Jon's face and smiles softly. It's not quite how Jon will remember it, gentle but not soft, warm but not tender. It's just. Pleasant. "You've been here... two and a half months, you said. Have you just been in jail this whole time?"
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He turns his hand in Jon's so he can squeeze back - his own hand feels oddly warm in it, and when he looks down he can see how one of Jon's hands has an ugly burn wrapping around it, so his return squeeze is gentle (and he's still uncertain as to the touch at all but he can guess, and clearly Jon both wants and needs it). "But-- as terrible as it is, I'm here now, so. You can trust me."
He looks back at Jon's face and smiles softly. It's not quite how Jon will remember it, gentle but not soft, warm but not tender. It's just. Pleasant. "You've been here... two and a half months, you said. Have you just been in jail this whole time?"