The man continued to walk towards Gregor with that odd smile on his face. Gregor, still unsure of what to do and not that used to human contact, stood awkwardly adjusting his position and trying to appear calm. Calm, and yet deferential. The man was two paces from Gregor when he raise his hand and clapped Gregor on the shoulder. As he did this Gregor flinched, thinking that the man might strike him, which caused the smile to broaden on the man's face.
Baran what is this man thinking?
The man with the tattoos gestured towards the door with his head and turned to walk towards the door. Gregor stood there, still in shock.
I'm a fucking prisoner, what the fuck does he expect?
After a few steps the man turned to see if Gregor was following him. When he noticed that Gregor had not moved he gestured with his head a few more times in rapid succession and then continued to walk. Slowly feeling returned to Gregor's legs and he began to walk towards the door, following the man a few paces behind.
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