One can learn a lot about someone's intentions by their hands. Allen noted them, first the one in a pocket, following that around the slope of shoulders to the one grasping at the strap of his bag, even though he was already returning the stranger's smile with a certain guileless brilliance. "Don't I wish," even had a note of laughter in it; he kicked back one heel against the wall, leaning against the windowsill at his back. "Tim doesn't belong to anybody."
An appraising moment later, he canted his head to one side, white hair dusting his brow. "You weren't with the others before."
For a moment, Allen had thought one of them had come back, but this one was new. Prompted to offer his gloved hand in greeting, he pushes away from the window with a renewal of his smile. "Where are my manners? I haven't even asked your name."
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Date: 2011-05-04 11:17 am (UTC)An appraising moment later, he canted his head to one side, white hair dusting his brow. "You weren't with the others before."
For a moment, Allen had thought one of them had come back, but this one was new. Prompted to offer his gloved hand in greeting, he pushes away from the window with a renewal of his smile. "Where are my manners? I haven't even asked your name."