a gesture he carries from before his awakening, Petre's hands go in his pockets, no 'excuse me' or 'thank you' when he complies and steps into the room. Same scrutiny follows whatever object or disarranged piece of furniture he can find, drinks spotted right away as he makes his way closer to the window. Away from him. Maybe he'll find more faults if he gets a more general look at him. The details were strikingly similar to his sense of a self-image.]
I know.
[Eyes return to him, corner of his lips still edging on that small smile. It isn't genuine, but there's nothing necessarily malicious about it, like he's trying to do the exact same Harry wants when he shows him that hand.
Physical contact? Without being badtouch? Boring.]
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a gesture he carries from before his awakening, Petre's hands go in his pockets, no 'excuse me' or 'thank you' when he complies and steps into the room. Same scrutiny follows whatever object or disarranged piece of furniture he can find, drinks spotted right away as he makes his way closer to the window. Away from him. Maybe he'll find more faults if he gets a more general look at him. The details were strikingly similar to his sense of a self-image.]
I know.
[Eyes return to him, corner of his lips still edging on that small smile. It isn't genuine, but there's nothing necessarily malicious about it, like he's trying to do the exact same Harry wants when he shows him that hand.
Physical contact? Without being badtouch? Boring.]
I don't shake hands. [HE PUTS THEM IN HIS MOUTH]
Petre Dodrescu.