[ Jon, predictably, goes a bit deer-in-the-headlights at you have a nice face. The startle shifts down into something a little like incredulity, and then a lot like it. He raises a hand, transparently self-conscious, to brush fingertips over the pockmark scars along his neck and up the side of his face.
The second explanation relaxes him some, lets him drop that hand and hold politely still under Sunny's eyes. He still looks a bit embarrassed, but not quite so mystified. ]
That's, ah... fair enough, I suppose. [ It's the least he can do, certainly. ]
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The second explanation relaxes him some, lets him drop that hand and hold politely still under Sunny's eyes. He still looks a bit embarrassed, but not quite so mystified. ]
That's, ah... fair enough, I suppose. [ It's the least he can do, certainly. ]