[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Auragreedia][@silver21][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=808080]The man's expression shifts. His brow furrows, mouth pressing into a thin line. Something Morgan said landed wrong.

He reaches for the cowboy's arm—not the metal one, the other—and pulls it toward him, pushing fabric aside until bare skin is exposed. Before Morgan can pull away, the man presses the open palm close to his own face, inches away.

His mouth opens. Wide. Exaggerated. Lips and tongue shaping words, the kind of enunciation that would be a shout if there were any sound behind it.

There isn't.

But the air moves. 

Warm against Morgan's skin, a current of breath that proves something is there. Something has always been there: a voice[/color]