Okay, so... [Dixon reaches up and starts chewing his fingernails as he tries to figure out how to explain the next part - but then Shuichi already seems to have it, somehow leaving Dixon feel both relieved and embarrassed.
He takes the seven from the discard pile.]
You play things like this where you're from? You're picking this up fast. [He rearranges his hand into order, a habit he picked up since childhood, trying to sort things into a place he can manage them. Control freakery, maybe. Trying to sort things that don't seem to sit easily or naturally in his head.]
You know, I... [But then he stops himself. Spilling guilt all over everything would be more about him than Shuichi, and even he knows that.] I'm glad you're alright. You got me scared.
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He takes the seven from the discard pile.]
You play things like this where you're from? You're picking this up fast. [He rearranges his hand into order, a habit he picked up since childhood, trying to sort things into a place he can manage them. Control freakery, maybe. Trying to sort things that don't seem to sit easily or naturally in his head.]
You know, I... [But then he stops himself. Spilling guilt all over everything would be more about him than Shuichi, and even he knows that.] I'm glad you're alright. You got me scared.