[ It catches him off-guard, and ordinarily that'd be a quick, fluttery blink, maybe a coarse quip to cover up his surprise. But as casually as he holds his concentration, it's fragile—his grip turns bruising for a second, squeezing a hair too tight (in a thoughtless moment, he feels hunger where there should be a swell of pride, and he nearly hisses through his teeth at the wrongness of it) before he overcompensates, letting go abruptly.
But that doesn't mean the words failed to reach him. He collects himself, brows knit slightly, which only helps bring out the wonderful, hooded purple around his eyes. ]
Hey, don't kid. [ Of course she's not. ] Your family's waiting for you already.
[ He knows because he's seen them, glimpses in secondhand dreams, in her resolve to her home—to them. Not a guy due to go totally crazy in T minus one week and counting. Even he can't take that lightly. ]
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But that doesn't mean the words failed to reach him. He collects himself, brows knit slightly, which only helps bring out the wonderful, hooded purple around his eyes. ]
Hey, don't kid. [ Of course she's not. ] Your family's waiting for you already.
[ He knows because he's seen them, glimpses in secondhand dreams, in her resolve to her home—to them. Not a guy due to go totally crazy in T minus one week and counting. Even he can't take that lightly. ]