[He lets them go - it isn't as if his own body isn't frozen a bit in place with the shock of it. There's a moment where has to stand there, cycling through those emotions . . . the last one. What is that like? Comfortable with your alter ego?
He shakes it off, as literally as possible, reaching to run a hand through his hair and shudder. Fighting the urge to run himself.]
I-- shit. I'm sorry. I didn't see it. I won't have seen it, if you don't want. Consider it gone.
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He shakes it off, as literally as possible, reaching to run a hand through his hair and shudder. Fighting the urge to run himself.]
I-- shit. I'm sorry. I didn't see it. I won't have seen it, if you don't want. Consider it gone.