Richard cocks into an odd pause after the appearance of her pen, teeth parted to make some comment -- this is the second time she’s sleight-of-handed one from out of the aether in front of him -- only for her to beat him through the door to dialogue. The moment has well passed by the time she’s finished speaking.
In the interim, he’s furrowed his brow at her sketching down notes, girded his disapproval into benefit of the doubt, and caught the breath he’d drawn in immediately to object to the involvement of Leo Fitz.
The look he finally lands on is inscrutable accordingly -- one compromise after another just to keep up. That he’s doing half the legwork on his own to convince himself is a testament to his level of interest.
“To adequately demonstrate healing I would need a -- willing victim.”
no subject
In the interim, he’s furrowed his brow at her sketching down notes, girded his disapproval into benefit of the doubt, and caught the breath he’d drawn in immediately to object to the involvement of Leo Fitz.
The look he finally lands on is inscrutable accordingly -- one compromise after another just to keep up. That he’s doing half the legwork on his own to convince himself is a testament to his level of interest.
“To adequately demonstrate healing I would need a -- willing victim.”
He says this like it’s a concession.