Hadley cocked his head at her words. Did he dislike being touched so much? Looking back he realized that he really didn't, constantly putting distance between himself and others. The constant fear of a stroke turned into a blow was too deeply ingrained in him. The only reason why Selene and Sebastian were allowed to touch him was because it was pointless fighting them off, and they had vowed to never hurt him. The gentle touches they gave him satisfied Hadley to an extent, helping him stop feel so lowly. For so long deprived of kind touches it was no wonder he feared contact with others, only relying on sources he knew to not strike him.
Isa agreed to coming with him, and he gave her a brief smile before it faded back into his usually stoic expression, no emotions besides a slight hesitancy apparent. Setting off Hadley wondered where exactly he was thinking that he could get cloth. He really should have thought about this more carefully before setting out. Well, it would be alright. He was sure they could find something, even if his sense of smell was basically useless. They wandered around for a while before they finally found a small town. The relief at finding a place where cloth might be showed in Hadley's form. Now where to start? He looked around before picking a house that seemed not too badly dilapidated before stepping inside.
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