Majid turned as Noah clasped his wrist, making the connection of movement as graceful as a dance. He looked pointedly down at their hands and his expression softened just a little. "No, I'm going to stay for a little while to try and convince you to come back with me. But I'm not going to force you. I thought I could, but I cannot." He sighed a little at that, clearly frustrated with his own realization.
"I knew you when you were this high," he said as he put his free hand low to the ground. "I can't beat you up and load you into a cargo trunk. No matter how much you sometimes deserve it."
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