[He manages a small smile, and slips his hand into Bush's. He's not really used to handshakes, they're just so unnecessary in a world of fist bumps and high fives, but he shakes gently.]
Scott McCall. It's good to actually, you know, meet you.
[While he talks, the veins around Bush's hand, where their skin meats, turn black and travels toward Scott. The black...whatever it is fades from Bush's skin, slips into Scott's and travels away, up his arm. He feels the aches, the phantom pains, he feels the exhaustion. And he knows if he's feeling it, Bush is feeling less of it.]
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Scott McCall. It's good to actually, you know, meet you.
[While he talks, the veins around Bush's hand, where their skin meats, turn black and travels toward Scott. The black...whatever it is fades from Bush's skin, slips into Scott's and travels away, up his arm. He feels the aches, the phantom pains, he feels the exhaustion. And he knows if he's feeling it, Bush is feeling less of it.]