Dan scoots aside on his workbench so she has a place to sit. He's fond of her. He worries for her, because there's a certain naivete that she's maintained in spite of some obvious neglect and trauma, and he's concerned about her stumbling back into a situation to be exploited, but he admires that she's managed to hold onto something innocent and open.
"That's so kind of you. You're right. I don't tolerate cold well at all." He holds his hand out to her, so she can see that he's got some bandages around his fingers. "What's your sizing? You were on my list of folks to make some warm clothing for."
He pulls the sweater on, ignoring the dog hair. "This is so cozy."
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Dan scoots aside on his workbench so she has a place to sit. He's fond of her. He worries for her, because there's a certain naivete that she's maintained in spite of some obvious neglect and trauma, and he's concerned about her stumbling back into a situation to be exploited, but he admires that she's managed to hold onto something innocent and open.
"That's so kind of you. You're right. I don't tolerate cold well at all." He holds his hand out to her, so she can see that he's got some bandages around his fingers. "What's your sizing? You were on my list of folks to make some warm clothing for."
He pulls the sweater on, ignoring the dog hair. "This is so cozy."