Squall said nothing as their eyes met. Hesitantly he pulled his hand back to let Lionheart rest completely in Hope's grasp, watching him and how he handled the weapon.
Then he snorted softly, lips quirking into a brief smirk (or smile - PICK WHATEVER YOU WANT), the impatience and irritation Quistis had noted fading gradually into a more calm, content expression. "...Not bad."
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Then he snorted softly, lips quirking into a brief smirk (or smile - PICK WHATEVER YOU WANT), the impatience and irritation Quistis had noted fading gradually into a more calm, content expression. "...Not bad."