[ Hellboy notes the way the younger man's eyes linger. Being appreciated is an unfamiliar feeling, he's not sure what he's supposed to do besides watch Jacob as he moves around the room. He edges carefully out of the way, going to sit back down at the little wooden table. ]
Tell me about it. [ Sighing, he rubs a hand over his face. ] You have anyone back home?
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Tell me about it. [ Sighing, he rubs a hand over his face. ] You have anyone back home?