[ The prospect of there being an exchange of favours is a thin thread to grasp, especially when he half-thinks it might be a sop to his pride. But that, and her final reassurance, is enough.
Krouse takes her offered hand. He's prepared for the shock of cold this time. That sense of instant cooling relief radiates back up his arm and spreads out, as refreshing as iced lemonade on the hottest day of summer. He nods, some of the tension slipping out of his shoulders. ]
Okay.
[ The chill of her fingers tucked tucked against his palm lingers. Maybe she runs cold; maybe he's just that overheated by comparison. Figuring it out isn't the top priority. Apparently, they have a dog to look for. ]
Mine's Krouse. [ He pauses, then winces slightly. ] My name. I don't have a dog.
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Krouse takes her offered hand. He's prepared for the shock of cold this time. That sense of instant cooling relief radiates back up his arm and spreads out, as refreshing as iced lemonade on the hottest day of summer. He nods, some of the tension slipping out of his shoulders. ]
Okay.
[ The chill of her fingers tucked tucked against his palm lingers. Maybe she runs cold; maybe he's just that overheated by comparison. Figuring it out isn't the top priority. Apparently, they have a dog to look for. ]
Mine's Krouse. [ He pauses, then winces slightly. ] My name. I don't have a dog.