That understanding earned a small nod. He didn't move from the spot, partly out of fear of the other man, partly out of concern that the other might also be afraid of him. It wasn't uncommon. He'd spent decades with people screaming upon seeing him, running the opposite direction.
He opened his mouth again, a wheezing rush of air passing with hardly any sound. No voice to speak of, no voice to speak with. He was left looking over his shoulder in the direction his Digimon went before looking back to Leatherhead and Duke, shrugging and offering the best smile he could. His expressions were fleeting, unfamiliar things based on the memory of other faces. It had been a long time since he had moving parts of his own.
It was another moment of standing in silence before he reached into his coat, pulling out the D-Terminal and holding it up hopefully, only to fumble and drop it clattering to the ground, forcing him to chase it down, picking it up carefully once more.
Hands. Mercy, how complicated everything was all of a sudden, he though as he gripped the terminal with both hands that trembled slightly with the effort.
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He opened his mouth again, a wheezing rush of air passing with hardly any sound. No voice to speak of, no voice to speak with. He was left looking over his shoulder in the direction his Digimon went before looking back to Leatherhead and Duke, shrugging and offering the best smile he could. His expressions were fleeting, unfamiliar things based on the memory of other faces. It had been a long time since he had moving parts of his own.
It was another moment of standing in silence before he reached into his coat, pulling out the D-Terminal and holding it up hopefully, only to fumble and drop it clattering to the ground, forcing him to chase it down, picking it up carefully once more.
Hands. Mercy, how complicated everything was all of a sudden, he though as he gripped the terminal with both hands that trembled slightly with the effort.