[Oh. Nice. He grins, his smile lighting up the room almost as much as the actual light. Giggles are a huge improvement over crying, even if crying is probably more appropriate for the situation — and laughing for a little bit will, he thinks, help her focus on getting out of here safe.]
[Not quite yet, though. Nope, he pokes her in the back of the hand she has covering her mouth.]
Hey, hey, hey! What're you doin'? Are you laughing at my super-serious, super-cool trick?
[Poke, poke. (And the whole time, he's listening for sounds that aren't her, letting his eyes get accustomed to a little more light in the darkness of the mine, weighing the pros and cons of keeping the light on . . . But she doesn't need to know that. Not yet.)]
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[Not quite yet, though. Nope, he pokes her in the back of the hand she has covering her mouth.]
Hey, hey, hey! What're you doin'? Are you laughing at my super-serious, super-cool trick?
[Poke, poke. (And the whole time, he's listening for sounds that aren't her, letting his eyes get accustomed to a little more light in the darkness of the mine, weighing the pros and cons of keeping the light on . . . But she doesn't need to know that. Not yet.)]