[He hesitates, looking down at Rick's hand. Whenever he touched someone, even through gloves, there was always the off-chance his psychic abilities would pick something up, an emotion, a desire, usually a fleeting wisp of whatever was more pressing on their minds. He did his best not to look at it, to let it pass by like a breeze, but sometimes, if someone was intense, he couldn't ignore it.
of course, sometimes he also got nothing, and this man had recently had a gun pointed at him. Maybe he would be wise not to piss him off.]
It's...nice to meet you, Rick.
[And he does take Rick's hand for a brief moment, giving it a firm if very short shake.]
[OOC: and I'm totally fine with Jag getting literally nothing from Rick. It's more an aversion at touching people and things for fear of what might happen than any real precedent for it happening often when he shakes a hand.]
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of course, sometimes he also got nothing, and this man had recently had a gun pointed at him. Maybe he would be wise not to piss him off.]
It's...nice to meet you, Rick.
[And he does take Rick's hand for a brief moment, giving it a firm if very short shake.]
[OOC: and I'm totally fine with Jag getting literally nothing from Rick. It's more an aversion at touching people and things for fear of what might happen than any real precedent for it happening often when he shakes a hand.]