He laughs, quietly, dropping his head for a moment and smoothing his hand over his hair, down the back of his neck underneath it. (There's a lot of hair.) The last of that sound comes out as a rueful breath and he says, “No shortage of pretty women 'round here.” ...Baedal, not, uh, this cave. He's not been watching for someone like Bruce (Tom, still, as far as he knows); it snuck up on him, unexpectedly, and the whole thing (that there is a whole thing) is what surprises him, catches him off-guard and makes him pause.
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He laughs, quietly, dropping his head for a moment and smoothing his hand over his hair, down the back of his neck underneath it. (There's a lot of hair.) The last of that sound comes out as a rueful breath and he says, “No shortage of pretty women 'round here.” ...Baedal, not, uh, this cave. He's not been watching for someone like Bruce (Tom, still, as far as he knows); it snuck up on him, unexpectedly, and the whole thing (that there is a whole thing) is what surprises him, catches him off-guard and makes him pause.
Mind, he's still smiling.