[Jesse's been watching her approach from his bedroom window, so he's halfway down the stairs by the time she reaches the door.
The shackles aren't around his ankles anymore, but he sort of walks like they are. His steps are cautious and slow. In fact, the same can be said for all of his movement. He's careful.
But there aren't any other physical markers left to indicate what was done to him. No wounds or scars, no wrists rubbed raw from handcuffs. He's trimmed his hair and shaved his face. Back to looking more like how people would remember him, back to wearing the clothes he left behind here.]
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The shackles aren't around his ankles anymore, but he sort of walks like they are. His steps are cautious and slow. In fact, the same can be said for all of his movement. He's careful.
But there aren't any other physical markers left to indicate what was done to him. No wounds or scars, no wrists rubbed raw from handcuffs. He's trimmed his hair and shaved his face. Back to looking more like how people would remember him, back to wearing the clothes he left behind here.]
Hey. Come in, got a fire going.