[ Cassian understands that he's at fault here. But he's always had a mischievous streak to him (and a stubborn one too, though the latter doesn't quite factor in here), and apparently already being in trouble that isn't life-threatening isn't enough to deter him from not being a little mischievous.
(Truthfully, the pouting only encourages it.)
In fact, it's ready on the tip of his tongue. Except he's stopped in his tracks. His surprise seems to almost ripple in the air, clearly taken aback as she begins to wipe his hand. Thankfully he recovers smoothly enough. ]
I'd argue that I opened my door normally. Couldn't you have been the one walking too fast?
[ When he has his hand back he nods at her silently before reaching for another so he can begin to actually clean her nose. The wipe hovers inches above her skin as he makes eye contact with her, looking for the go ahead. ]
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(Truthfully, the pouting only encourages it.)
In fact, it's ready on the tip of his tongue. Except he's stopped in his tracks. His surprise seems to almost ripple in the air, clearly taken aback as she begins to wipe his hand. Thankfully he recovers smoothly enough. ]
I'd argue that I opened my door normally. Couldn't you have been the one walking too fast?
[ When he has his hand back he nods at her silently before reaching for another so he can begin to actually clean her nose. The wipe hovers inches above her skin as he makes eye contact with her, looking for the go ahead. ]