[Tonic listens quietly, focusing on his leg while Tek works through his answer. it all tracks, everything he says fitting neatly into what he imagines the rest of this stranger's life must be like. he even gets a clever little twist at the end, earning a surprised, but entirely genuine, chuckle.]
I believe you.
[and, as if that's what he needed to move them along, he reaches out towards Tek with his sinewy hand, mostly hoping to find purchase on a shoulder or an arm.]
Would you mind propping me up, dear?
[he reaches down towards his leg again, indicating that he'd like to do something with his prosthetic.]
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I believe you.
[and, as if that's what he needed to move them along, he reaches out towards Tek with his sinewy hand, mostly hoping to find purchase on a shoulder or an arm.]
Would you mind propping me up, dear?
[he reaches down towards his leg again, indicating that he'd like to do something with his prosthetic.]