[Some days after Maul had his legs repaired and had been brought home, Savage had been mostly silent and kept to himself. It wasn't uncommon for the pair of them to go days without more than two words strung together, and the strain of dealing with the recent fall out of Constantine damaging his brother had weighed on him. There were... other situations on his mind as well, and none of them deserved a voice.
Still, he approached at their 'project' table where a half formed Lego project was laid out on the table and eased himself into the seat next to where Maul was. The seat creaked as it normally did under his weight, and he picked up a piece and examined it with a sigh through his nose.
Then, in a rare and unceremonious gesture, he leaned back in the chair then leaned over to Maul. He stretched his free arm out to wrap around his brother's head so he could pull the older Zabrak against his paldron. That was about all the protection he needed from horns, but in an even rarer gesture, he tipped his head so his cheek rested against the crown of Maul's head.]
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Still, he approached at their 'project' table where a half formed Lego project was laid out on the table and eased himself into the seat next to where Maul was. The seat creaked as it normally did under his weight, and he picked up a piece and examined it with a sigh through his nose.
Then, in a rare and unceremonious gesture, he leaned back in the chair then leaned over to Maul. He stretched his free arm out to wrap around his brother's head so he could pull the older Zabrak against his paldron. That was about all the protection he needed from horns, but in an even rarer gesture, he tipped his head so his cheek rested against the crown of Maul's head.]