[Jonah's shoulders simply sag with relief at Algric still being here. Thank god. Though now he fights with himself over the practicality of having come and picked things out and making Algric wait miserably while he checks out, or just. Leaving.
He doesn't bother picking the clothes up, just. Touches the back of his knuckles to Algric's, testing. An offer.]
A shame. There are other days to go out, I guess. [They can always come back. Or Algric can come alone, his choice.]
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He doesn't bother picking the clothes up, just. Touches the back of his knuckles to Algric's, testing. An offer.]
A shame. There are other days to go out, I guess. [They can always come back. Or Algric can come alone, his choice.]