It was a little disconcerting, the feeling of another human being in constant contact with him arm, particularly knowing that it was his own fault and that it wasn't going to end any time soon. If he thought of it like the weight of a bag on his arm, it wasn't really so bad.
Taking calm confident steps, still vaguely led by the girl, Shino picked his way quietly along the street. There was really no reason to keep talking. From what he could tell about this girl, she'd understand the tilt of his head at least enough to keep talking without interruption.
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