[And it does take him a minute. Life here quickly taught him what real effort was, what real discomfort was--what loss was. He hadn't expected it to teach him gratitude, or something more, affection welling sharp and sudden.
He's very touched. That hasn't happened for a long time, unexpected and wonderful. He's also briefly hung up on what to say, what to do.
But Flynn's gentle pull at his sleeve brings him around.]
Ah, that. [He is rather crunchy. With a dismayed chuckle:] Can you help me, with--
[Another lesson from life here: everything has fasteners, and they are always a pain.
Still, the belt at least is short enough work for the both of them, the sandals following more naturally from there--should he have started there? Do these things have a firing order? But Flynn doesn't seem to mind, making himself a good leaning post for a second. Clu sighs a little for the sandals coming off, finally, because he hadn't known wet feet could bother him anymore, after the first day--but that's so much better. The tunica is sodden and heavy, so thickly grimed with mud in places that it's actually flaking a little now that it's out of the constant rain.
They tussle for it, briefly, Clu trying to fold it as Flynn tries to take it, until he lets go smiling through a huff.
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He's very touched. That hasn't happened for a long time, unexpected and wonderful. He's also briefly hung up on what to say, what to do.
But Flynn's gentle pull at his sleeve brings him around.]
Ah, that. [He is rather crunchy. With a dismayed chuckle:] Can you help me, with--
[Another lesson from life here: everything has fasteners, and they are always a pain.
Still, the belt at least is short enough work for the both of them, the sandals following more naturally from there--should he have started there? Do these things have a firing order? But Flynn doesn't seem to mind, making himself a good leaning post for a second. Clu sighs a little for the sandals coming off, finally, because he hadn't known wet feet could bother him anymore, after the first day--but that's so much better. The tunica is sodden and heavy, so thickly grimed with mud in places that it's actually flaking a little now that it's out of the constant rain.
They tussle for it, briefly, Clu trying to fold it as Flynn tries to take it, until he lets go smiling through a huff.
They'll get there.]