[ Qubit's watching her, too, at first, but it's no simple thing to try and gauge her motives when he's still trying to sort out his own. Why does he care so much about his appearance? Why is he so averse to asking for help? He's at least as much a conundrum to himself as he is to her.
Intentionally or otherwise, though, this is granting him some insight. She can probably spot the exact moment it dawns on him - some of the tension goes out of his shoulders, and there's a shift in his expression, the wariness and suspicion replaced by a sort of grim amusement. ]
... My God. I'm always this bad, aren't I? [ He glances back up to her, this time seeking confirmation. ] That's it, isn't it! I didn't forget how to talk to you, I never knew how in the first place!
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Intentionally or otherwise, though, this is granting him some insight. She can probably spot the exact moment it dawns on him - some of the tension goes out of his shoulders, and there's a shift in his expression, the wariness and suspicion replaced by a sort of grim amusement. ]
... My God. I'm always this bad, aren't I? [ He glances back up to her, this time seeking confirmation. ] That's it, isn't it! I didn't forget how to talk to you, I never knew how in the first place!