[The aggravation, he expects. As much as he can expect anything from this Ramir—part friend and part stranger. An unknown quantity in familiar skins. He'd pushed a little for the reaction, in no small part to see what would happen of he did. Some petty and contrary sense of spite borne entirely from the caustic way she's been looking at him. It's the smile that surprises him again. Quiet and small in a way she rarely is.
He watches her move with a sharp eye, but doesn't yet stand. Feet uncrossing so he can plant them, palms braced against the edge of his seat, but weight still settled down against the table. He has space to move, if he needs it. She stops just shy of too close for it. Is that courtesy, or oversight?
(This close, he can see there's a scar under her eye. Makes him wonder how she got it.)]
Plenty of library for both of us. [So, a decade or so and he's still kicking around in space. Turning up like a bad penny. Theoretically.] Would you rather I came back later?
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He watches her move with a sharp eye, but doesn't yet stand. Feet uncrossing so he can plant them, palms braced against the edge of his seat, but weight still settled down against the table. He has space to move, if he needs it. She stops just shy of too close for it. Is that courtesy, or oversight?
(This close, he can see there's a scar under her eye. Makes him wonder how she got it.)]
Plenty of library for both of us. [So, a decade or so and he's still kicking around in space. Turning up like a bad penny. Theoretically.] Would you rather I came back later?
[Not that he's offering. Just asking.]