Brock's body language is pretty much screaming that he's ready to punch her in the face and run away if she tries anything, so it takes him an extra second to figure out what she's actually doing to his hand, too caught up in the moment.
Then he gets it, and soundlessly says 'oh okay.' Then he rolls his eyes at himself, because you still can't talk, stupid.
Instead of tracing on her hand, he takes a step back and opens one of the many stupid Liefeld-esque pouches on his belt for a pack of cigarettes and a pen. Flipping the pack over, he writes B-R-O-C-K on the top, then shows it to her.]
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Brock's body language is pretty much screaming that he's ready to punch her in the face and run away if she tries anything, so it takes him an extra second to figure out what she's actually doing to his hand, too caught up in the moment.
Then he gets it, and soundlessly says 'oh okay.' Then he rolls his eyes at himself, because you still can't talk, stupid.
Instead of tracing on her hand, he takes a step back and opens one of the many stupid Liefeld-esque pouches on his belt for a pack of cigarettes and a pen. Flipping the pack over, he writes B-R-O-C-K on the top, then shows it to her.]