[This is what allows him to relax, in the end: the fact that she says that yes, it's a trick. He sighs and leans onto the rail beside her, cautious. Not close, but significantly closer.]
That makes sense.
[Mostly it does, anyway. It makes enough sense for now.]
[He's quiet then, watching the stars pass. He wonders if he should apologize to her, if that would be the socially appropriate thing to do, and then wonders if Iris actually cares about the socially appropriate thing and decides there's very little chance she does.]
[Finally:] I don't like to be touched. [Not unless it's necessary, or it's Chris, or Zane, or Kon on good days.] So thanks for - not.
[It's not an apology, but it's also a social nicety and has the benefit of being something he means.]
[deck spam]
That makes sense.
[Mostly it does, anyway. It makes enough sense for now.]
[He's quiet then, watching the stars pass. He wonders if he should apologize to her, if that would be the socially appropriate thing to do, and then wonders if Iris actually cares about the socially appropriate thing and decides there's very little chance she does.]
[Finally:] I don't like to be touched. [Not unless it's necessary, or it's Chris, or Zane, or Kon on good days.] So thanks for - not.
[It's not an apology, but it's also a social nicety and has the benefit of being something he means.]