It’s easy to find his eyes, sidelong or otherwise.
There’s nothing especially sharp or pointed about him in return, past hard creases and silver flash. He has an easier time relaxing than he has a right to, in a world without real stakes, and he’s more comfortable now than he was when he first went spelunking in her luggage, having had plenty of time with his own thoughts between hands.
“That must be gratifying for him.”
...is a little mean. He drinks.
“I gave him an opportunity and he held back,” he notes, more kindly. “I’m not concerned.”
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Date: 2020-10-19 03:32 am (UTC)There’s nothing especially sharp or pointed about him in return, past hard creases and silver flash. He has an easier time relaxing than he has a right to, in a world without real stakes, and he’s more comfortable now than he was when he first went spelunking in her luggage, having had plenty of time with his own thoughts between hands.
“That must be gratifying for him.”
...is a little mean. He drinks.
“I gave him an opportunity and he held back,” he notes, more kindly. “I’m not concerned.”