[ The Judge watches for a moment, lowering his hands away as Armin declines. He checks the wound - still a wound, certainly, open and raw, but not so grievous as it should be. Enough time, then, for Armin to have his emotions; at least for a bit.
He shifts once more, sitting down cross-legged in front of Armin. He's not quite close enough to touching, but neither is he out of reach, in case the other changed his mind. For now, he'll sit in companionable silence, gaze lowered so as not to seem rude or prying. ]
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He shifts once more, sitting down cross-legged in front of Armin. He's not quite close enough to touching, but neither is he out of reach, in case the other changed his mind. For now, he'll sit in companionable silence, gaze lowered so as not to seem rude or prying. ]