( he hesitates at first, still leery of getting too close to anyone even with a wall and a mirror between them. but, he doesn't want to be stuck here either. and he doesn't have any other idea besides letting the rider take over and trying to physically force his way out of here.
so, after a breath meant to calm him, he steps closer and puts a hand on the glass. the black of his glove is still hot to the touch but the fire isn't licking its way down his arm for the moment. his eyes are dark again, shifting away from the bright orange. )
Feels like a prison goodbye. ( the hand to the glass and all. )
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so, after a breath meant to calm him, he steps closer and puts a hand on the glass. the black of his glove is still hot to the touch but the fire isn't licking its way down his arm for the moment. his eyes are dark again, shifting away from the bright orange. )
Feels like a prison goodbye. ( the hand to the glass and all. )