[ Just as Dion backs away, Kahlil reaches between the bars to grasp his hand, forearm, whatever is closest, giving it a light squeeze. Reassurance for the other man, despite his own fear over the situation, the prospect that they might be buried down here. ]
You're a good man, Dion.
[ A friend, he'd like to think, as long as they manage to escape whatever is happening above with their lives. His touch won't linger, allowing Dion to leave swiftly. ]
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You're a good man, Dion.
[ A friend, he'd like to think, as long as they manage to escape whatever is happening above with their lives. His touch won't linger, allowing Dion to leave swiftly. ]