[ He turns his focus back to the book in front of him, flipping the page quietly. The silence between them felt so unnatural and yet, he finds that he can't — or rather, doesn't want to break it, letting it hang there instead. Better than the alternative.
After a moment, without him even realizing, one of his hands strays back up to his neck, rubbing at it idly. ]
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[ He turns his focus back to the book in front of him, flipping the page quietly. The silence between them felt so unnatural and yet, he finds that he can't — or rather, doesn't want to break it, letting it hang there instead. Better than the alternative.
After a moment, without him even realizing, one of his hands strays back up to his neck, rubbing at it idly. ]