[ The scars are bad, sure, but Maine's served long enough that they don't faze him. He's never been big on appearances, anyway. Always valued actions more. Valued the people behind the looks. It's true in all aspects of his life; a conversation with a relative stranger is no different.
Maine doesn't expect the offer. He's pleased by it, though. It shows in the way his flicker of a smile (however brief) reaches his eyes. Shows in the way he relaxes a little more, muscles-on-muscles-on-muscles gradually loosening their tension. ]
Sure.
[ Then he jerks his chin towards Ephemera's hands. Asks, ]
Need ice?
[ There are packs nearby — the kind that turn cold when squeezed. Maine's personal favorite. ]
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Maine doesn't expect the offer. He's pleased by it, though. It shows in the way his flicker of a smile (however brief) reaches his eyes. Shows in the way he relaxes a little more, muscles-on-muscles-on-muscles gradually loosening their tension. ]
Sure.
[ Then he jerks his chin towards Ephemera's hands. Asks, ]
Need ice?
[ There are packs nearby — the kind that turn cold when squeezed. Maine's personal favorite. ]