[ Rebecca almost reprimands him--honestly, he knew she got flustered by that--but then, the others. Flashes of names, people, feelings. So much that she's once again overwhelmed, to silence this time, after a few aborted stammers and a soft gasp.
With every memory, every moment, the scope of what Viral and his--friends? Yes, friends, that's for sure--what they were caught up in. What they stood and faced. It's almost too much to comprehend.
For support? Her free hand finds the drill and curls around it, while her other...well, it's tucked secure in Viral's, so she just squeezes it. His...massive hand, that could engulf both of hers easily, with room leftover. She squeezes it best she can, slender fingers on meaty claws. Not in anything like fear, or apprehension. Just as a response, since she can't find a verbal one. ]
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With every memory, every moment, the scope of what Viral and his--friends? Yes, friends, that's for sure--what they were caught up in. What they stood and faced. It's almost too much to comprehend.
For support? Her free hand finds the drill and curls around it, while her other...well, it's tucked secure in Viral's, so she just squeezes it. His...massive hand, that could engulf both of hers easily, with room leftover. She squeezes it best she can, slender fingers on meaty claws. Not in anything like fear, or apprehension. Just as a response, since she can't find a verbal one. ]