[The push goes unnoticed. He's used to the roughhousing nature of it for it to not even effect him. His eyes actually cast down, as if watching it were interuptting it in some way, finding the cut of his jacket suddenly interesting as he fiddles with his sleeves.
He'd agree with her, though, on the explanation. It's not something he'd exactly want to hear again, himself. That whole failure-to-help thing still resting on his shoulders.]
You holdin' up, kid?
[Nice, neutral conversation, as he puts that hand back on his shoulder, giving a smirk.]
Your partner better be takin' good care of ya.
[Followed by a glance to Fearless. There's no doubt in the statement, more of an amused quip.]
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He'd agree with her, though, on the explanation. It's not something he'd exactly want to hear again, himself. That whole failure-to-help thing still resting on his shoulders.]
You holdin' up, kid?
[Nice, neutral conversation, as he puts that hand back on his shoulder, giving a smirk.]
Your partner better be takin' good care of ya.
[Followed by a glance to Fearless. There's no doubt in the statement, more of an amused quip.]