[Twitch. Why are you making me say this all it proves is I fail as an Assistant but an order's an order. So... I have to explain. But I'm not good at explaining my trains of thought. Still holding your hand, but the one in your hair lets go. Pulling his legs to his chest, wrapping said arm around them and resting his chin on his knees. Zoning out now, but less ignoring you and more trying to come up with an answer. Knows you'll be listening, but listening isn't the same as understanding. Take the silence as you will, this'll take a few minutes.]
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