If the threat has a problem with me, yes. But then again, I get along with some people. Unlike you.
[Silco feels like that sort of man who could never get along with most. Introverted, stuck in his own little world. Then again, maybe he used to be different. Perhaps the smug little creature he knows now used to be bright-eyed and innocent.]
[Its hard to imagine. Even more so when Silco says something like that, with as much preening confidence as a peacock.]
You say this like you're deciding still.
[But...]
[His fingers brush through the man's hair before holding over the side of his face, firm, keeping his gaze right where he is. He drones out a question, more curious than anything:]
Let's say I never talk to you again. Would you be alright with that? You would move on, right?
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[Silco feels like that sort of man who could never get along with most. Introverted, stuck in his own little world. Then again, maybe he used to be different. Perhaps the smug little creature he knows now used to be bright-eyed and innocent.]
[Its hard to imagine. Even more so when Silco says something like that, with as much preening confidence as a peacock.]
You say this like you're deciding still.
[But...]
[His fingers brush through the man's hair before holding over the side of his face, firm, keeping his gaze right where he is. He drones out a question, more curious than anything:]
Let's say I never talk to you again. Would you be alright with that? You would move on, right?