[ The hand relaxes, and whatever weight his thoughts and anger had placed lifts. His frown remains, more skeptical than hostile now. ]
You can feel your hair? What kind of weird bullshit is that.
[ It allows him to focus on Angel, how she's returned to them again. Petre shifts closer to her, looking her up and down, arranging her hair and making sure there really was no harm. ]
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You can feel your hair? What kind of weird bullshit is that.
[ It allows him to focus on Angel, how she's returned to them again. Petre shifts closer to her, looking her up and down, arranging her hair and making sure there really was no harm. ]
Who cares. Angel, are you okay?