[He's pulled out of the quiet moment when she sits down, and he blinks at the transition, attempting to pull himself back into reality and out of his more contemplative state. He glances away, a little embarrassed, hoping he's not acting weird or making himself look like a fool for no reason right now.]
Right, your arm. You never really went into detail about how you... got it. [He's not sure how much she would want to tell him, and he's fine if she's uncomfortable talking about anything, so he's careful about how he asks.
He takes the seat next to her again, hands in his lap.]
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Right, your arm. You never really went into detail about how you... got it. [He's not sure how much she would want to tell him, and he's fine if she's uncomfortable talking about anything, so he's careful about how he asks.
He takes the seat next to her again, hands in his lap.]