[ He can't help but wince as that mangled, garbled series of vowels and gargles manifest through a throat not meant for speech. His mind might be trying to make it happen, but it's clear the physiology of these vocal chords and... maybe the lack of a tongue mean it just ain't gonna happen.
Salt in the wound, isn't it? All that and now not even able to communicate?
Well. Not out loud.
His brow knits up into an expression that looks like half apology, half sympathy.
His right hand turns, palm up, and he holds it out in Steve's direction without properly taking his elbow off his knee. ]
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Salt in the wound, isn't it? All that and now not even able to communicate?
Well. Not out loud.
His brow knits up into an expression that looks like half apology, half sympathy.
His right hand turns, palm up, and he holds it out in Steve's direction without properly taking his elbow off his knee. ]
Do me a favor.
[ That's what you said to him last time, right? ]