His brow has muddled into a defensive hood before he has the presence of mind to meter a pause in between thought and reaction. A trace of low-burning fluster grips into a prickle at the back of his jaw. Familiar, by now. Neither reaction is so extreme that it can’t be quietly vented out some discreet release without evidence of the effort involved; flash frozen resistance thaws into pause for (uncomfortable) contemplation, pages stuck together.
Half a dozen clarifying questions could give him more time to assemble a coherent answer.
“Yes,” he says. “I think that’s natural.”
The comfortable slant of his slouch back against the bed roll is naturally inert, still apart from the tip of his chin down and aside in thought.
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Date: 2021-09-04 10:51 pm (UTC)Half a dozen clarifying questions could give him more time to assemble a coherent answer.
“Yes,” he says. “I think that’s natural.”
The comfortable slant of his slouch back against the bed roll is naturally inert, still apart from the tip of his chin down and aside in thought.
“Why do you ask?”