Garry's expression softens considerably - and he nods, not trusting his voice right now. He'd always stick by him, scars or not - he meant a lot to him, as a good friend, if not anything more than that.
Gently, he'll clap Once-ler's shoulder, keeping his hand there until they get to the doorway of the mall. He'll hug the wall, peeking inside the dusty doors, even as they attempt to open automatically with their presence, but jam. When he's satisfied without any movement, he'll set his weapon down to grip the two parts of the doorway. With a soft grunt, he'll start to pry them apart, after a good moment or so, they'll shift and open enough that they can get through. Garry gives a small sigh, rubbing his red hands before grabbing his poker again, letting Once-ler enter so he can pull up behind to re-close them in the hopes it'll keep anything out of the mall out.
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Gently, he'll clap Once-ler's shoulder, keeping his hand there until they get to the doorway of the mall. He'll hug the wall, peeking inside the dusty doors, even as they attempt to open automatically with their presence, but jam. When he's satisfied without any movement, he'll set his weapon down to grip the two parts of the doorway. With a soft grunt, he'll start to pry them apart, after a good moment or so, they'll shift and open enough that they can get through. Garry gives a small sigh, rubbing his red hands before grabbing his poker again, letting Once-ler enter so he can pull up behind to re-close them in the hopes it'll keep anything out of the mall out.