[ Jesse watches Andyr making his way into his tent, drawing his knees a little tighter to his chest. Every time he sees Andyr, Jesse's mind flashes back to seeing Andyr sprawled in the dark corridor of the Moira with his back split open, blood everywhere, Andyr's gut-wrenching, agonised screams tearing down the long hallway. It haunts him. Maybe it will never stop haunting him.
Realising he is chewing his lip while his mind turns over that awful memory, he relaxes into a lopsided grin of his own once Andyr has plopped down on the ground opposite him. ]
Aw, man. You pussy.
[ Grin widening. He's actually really glad to see Andyr. ]
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Realising he is chewing his lip while his mind turns over that awful memory, he relaxes into a lopsided grin of his own once Andyr has plopped down on the ground opposite him. ]
Aw, man. You pussy.
[ Grin widening. He's actually really glad to see Andyr. ]