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It was a habit for the brunette to look down at others’ lips while they spoke, what with anxiety always lingering with eye contact. Simple twitches could turn into full grimaces if stared at for long; it was his nerve’s doing, he knew but, that didn’t stop the old habit from being hard to break. Plus, having to to see another’s expression change from cordial to outright perturbed once a facial tic or uncontrollable flinch kicked in had become too painful over the years.
The only problem, was that this particular man was wearing a mask.