[But what if he likes being a wounded animal, running away to lick his wounds and hiss at the world? Why do you have to harsh that vibe? He sighs, staring at her - her hand much more specifically. While he's still adamant against taking it, his posture changes and there's a reluctance that radiates from his bones. Very I'm here but I'm not happy about it, which is a step up from wanting to bolt. Or kill someone. He heaves a sigh, and is already aware she's - like many others - got to have something special about her.
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Just how special though?]
You a mutant or something else?