[Hand held, Eugene slowed his walking somewhat, his gait even now... thanks to Jack and Tasha-- and some of Bucky to keep Eugene working on regaining 100% of both his legs. But he wasn't as acutely aware of that now as he was of the dagger-callused hand twining fingers with his own.

He wanted to believe this was true, but things tended to be too good to be. He stopped altogether when Zevran brushed his lips over the back-- breath held.]

Yep, I'm moca. But people do commonly call me Gene or Eugene if you want to as well...

[Something still lingered, unsure and quiet, but not overwhelming.]

Have you contacted him at all?