The nervous gesture is endearing, and Auryn finds himself aware of that fond feeling, not afraid or denying but something to keep in mind, to account for in judgement of interactions. Fabrice hasn't done anything to cause mistrust, but he should know by now that some awkward deer-boy he just met isn't his friend just because he's also a witch. Granted, maybe more likely to be than someone who knows nothing about magic.
He smiles encouragingly though, nodding at the answer. Auryn can handle social activities, even well sometimes, it just tends to be more likely to be one on one, or based around a mutual activity and a combined anger at the status quo, like his friends in high school. He's not uncomfortable alone in the woods for days or weeks at a time.
It makes him oddly comfortable to know someone else would rather be around animals than people.
"No more grief than I've been given for having magic," he says wryly, wondering if Fabrice has seen the news about his arrest or not. It wouldn't be the best first impression to make. He's seen his name before in the papers too, now that he has a moment to think about it, but his focus has been on learning about the historical Coombs more than the current misadventures. He sticks his hands in his pockets and nods briefly. "I didn't realize for a long time how much I missed out on. When I did it was -- an awakening." He remembers pouring through books, sitting on the floor of the county library between stacks with tomes on religion and history and paranormal trying to piece what wasn't being said together from the books that hadn't been banned outright in his rural little area.
He smiles. "I don't know much about healing," he admits. "Something needs fixing up, I do it with my own hands. But I could teach you some things about self defense, if you wanted."
Auryn gestures back a little ways down the street. "I'm not exactly on a street," he says, "more like a trail. But not far from here." He isn't sure what to think about him living close to his mother; he doesn't know enough about their family dynamics and, now that he's met Fabrice, he's even less likely to look it up behind their back.
Auryn acknowledges with a decisive nod. "It shouldn't be that way," he says. "I want to be, at least, the sort of person who doesn't stand for it."
"You'd be surprised how far a legend will reach to people desperate to believe in something."
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He smiles encouragingly though, nodding at the answer. Auryn can handle social activities, even well sometimes, it just tends to be more likely to be one on one, or based around a mutual activity and a combined anger at the status quo, like his friends in high school. He's not uncomfortable alone in the woods for days or weeks at a time.
It makes him oddly comfortable to know someone else would rather be around animals than people.
"No more grief than I've been given for having magic," he says wryly, wondering if Fabrice has seen the news about his arrest or not. It wouldn't be the best first impression to make. He's seen his name before in the papers too, now that he has a moment to think about it, but his focus has been on learning about the historical Coombs more than the current misadventures. He sticks his hands in his pockets and nods briefly. "I didn't realize for a long time how much I missed out on. When I did it was -- an awakening." He remembers pouring through books, sitting on the floor of the county library between stacks with tomes on religion and history and paranormal trying to piece what wasn't being said together from the books that hadn't been banned outright in his rural little area.
He smiles. "I don't know much about healing," he admits. "Something needs fixing up, I do it with my own hands. But I could teach you some things about self defense, if you wanted."
Auryn gestures back a little ways down the street. "I'm not exactly on a street," he says, "more like a trail. But not far from here." He isn't sure what to think about him living close to his mother; he doesn't know enough about their family dynamics and, now that he's met Fabrice, he's even less likely to look it up behind their back.
Auryn acknowledges with a decisive nod. "It shouldn't be that way," he says. "I want to be, at least, the sort of person who doesn't stand for it."
"You'd be surprised how far a legend will reach to people desperate to believe in something."