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/ please that is so pure-
Being a man deprived of any affection at all, whether it be platonic or not, their words and physical signs of thanks seemed to make his eyes light up a little bit. Dammit, how does he respond to /that/? Elliott absentmindedly gave their hand a light squeeze after they took hold of his as his mind scrambled to come up with some sort of a response to what they'd said. It wasn't until seconds later that he realized he'd begun to squeeze their hand that he stopped, pulling his own away while his smile became that of a more shy one. It was becoming increasingly more clear as time went on that he wasn't used to this /at all/, causing him to even open and close his mouth a few times as he thought of what to say in response. He wanted to say something endearing in return, but his brain couldn't quite form such sentences in this moment.
Say something, Witt, you're gonna make it awkward...
"O-Oh, uhhh, thanks," he finally managed to get out, pulling his hand back with a little hesitancy. "It, ah... It was nothing, really! I've just never heard you laugh before, soooooo when I hear something I like, I'll say it!" The man rose up to his feet when they prompted that they should start going, stretching his legs just a tiny bit as he did so. "Sorry, I dunno what you just said, but I hope it was a good thing... But yeah, c'mon, let's go!"
And per usual, the self-hyping began.
"I'll be fine, don't you worry 'bout me. I'm always fine, right? Good ol' dependable Mirage, who absolutely rocks the Games. A little wound won't hurt me!"