[The gesture is, surprisingly, considering their current situation, unexpected - but it's not unpleasant. After a moment's hesitation, Gogol lightly grips Poe's hand back, in a way like a child getting a feel for the world around it.]
I don't expect you to be.
[A grin splits his face, though once it could've been mocking, this time it's warm.]
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I don't expect you to be.
[A grin splits his face, though once it could've been mocking, this time it's warm.]
That's the fun of it.