Sharpshooter, huh. [He keeps rubbing his thumbs over her hand as he thinks and listens.] I wish Jade were here. She was our Annie Oakley.
[Her hand is so small, it's fascinating. He sort of can't believe it's real, it looks so tiny and slender and delicate, even though he can feel the strength there from fighting. He runs the pads of his thumbs gently down the bones in the back of her hand, gently massages her palm.]
Is he stronger than me?
[But that question isn't worth much to him, and he follows it immediately with:]
no subject
[Her hand is so small, it's fascinating. He sort of can't believe it's real, it looks so tiny and slender and delicate, even though he can feel the strength there from fighting. He runs the pads of his thumbs gently down the bones in the back of her hand, gently massages her palm.]
Is he stronger than me?
[But that question isn't worth much to him, and he follows it immediately with:]
Is he stronger than bro?