[There's something familiar about that first emotion, and Jim steadies himself with a hand on Kyle's arm and a slight tilt of his head. Some - most - of the emotion is radiating off the turtle, but something else is along for the ride like one of those migratory birds that hitches rides on its distant kin. The concern - from... everyone, really - is oddly touching, and Jim doesn't quite know how to react.
Instead, he rubs at the back of his neck.]
Sorry, Damian. If I'd known you were gonna be here I'd have brought you something to drink.
[He's still not sure what to make of the kid - he likes him, that much is true (and a little of that easy affection bleeds into the telepathic bridge Taraja's maintaining between them all) - but he knows that he needs to handle him carefully. Call it an instinct.]
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Instead, he rubs at the back of his neck.]
Sorry, Damian. If I'd known you were gonna be here I'd have brought you something to drink.
[He's still not sure what to make of the kid - he likes him, that much is true (and a little of that easy affection bleeds into the telepathic bridge Taraja's maintaining between them all) - but he knows that he needs to handle him carefully. Call it an instinct.]