[He feels the thrum of his spidey sense come and go, fluctuate with the snap recognition in her eyes. Don't ask him how it works, okay? He's still not completely sure himself, even after finally managing to (mostly) get it to work. His tension relaxes, and he hops down a little further to land on a lower fire escape. Easier to talk like this, no voice-raising needed!]
... I think it's probably frowned upon, yeah.
[Lightly spoken, with a touch of humor. Doesn't mean he's not taking it seriously, because something's clearly bothering her.]
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... I think it's probably frowned upon, yeah.
[Lightly spoken, with a touch of humor. Doesn't mean he's not taking it seriously, because something's clearly bothering her.]
What's going on?