[The trouble with having his hands free is now he doesn’t know what to do with them. Ed just kind of stands there, exuding his usual gruff quiet, hoping to regain some of the cool and aloof attitude after what was a rather fragile moment.
Complaining to management is such a Stede thing, and would be funny if it were about anything simple like the ale selection onboard.]
Huh. How so?
[Concern and a vague protectiveness sneaks into his tone. He frowns and somewhat instinctively puts a steadying hand on Stede’s elbow as his friend finds his sea legs again.]
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Complaining to management is such a Stede thing, and would be funny if it were about anything simple like the ale selection onboard.]
Huh. How so?
[Concern and a vague protectiveness sneaks into his tone. He frowns and somewhat instinctively puts a steadying hand on Stede’s elbow as his friend finds his sea legs again.]