There’s recognition in the pause it gives him, stripped bare of anything as well-developed as guilt or dread. With a glance from Isaac, to the branch and cord, and back to Isaac, Dick turns wordlessly to close the door behind him. Passive, but not especially polite.
That done, he walks far enough into the room for the distance he stops at to feel passably conversational, and waits.
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Date: 2020-08-03 03:58 am (UTC)There’s recognition in the pause it gives him, stripped bare of anything as well-developed as guilt or dread. With a glance from Isaac, to the branch and cord, and back to Isaac, Dick turns wordlessly to close the door behind him. Passive, but not especially polite.
That done, he walks far enough into the room for the distance he stops at to feel passably conversational, and waits.