At last, Gregor flips his hand over and tightens his grip back. It's nice not to be on Barrayar in this sense, at least; here, no one's going to stare at the Emperor effectively holding hands with his mutie crip foster-brother in public.]
Or your mother, [he points out with something approaching lightness. Practicing his friendly ribbing again. Right.]
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At last, Gregor flips his hand over and tightens his grip back. It's nice not to be on Barrayar in this sense, at least; here, no one's going to stare at the Emperor effectively holding hands with his mutie crip foster-brother in public.]
Or your mother, [he points out with something approaching lightness. Practicing his friendly ribbing again. Right.]