[ His head tipped slightly, inching toward his fingertip just so. He hadn't, either β expected something like this β but every time it feels more and more like it's... normal. getting used to the bite of their wrought little thorns piercing one another. It helped, too, that nobody had seen enough to question.
But his question is... hm.
His single eye closed, and his shoulder lifted. ]
I don't mind it. [ He says. It's a touch more honest than he usually is, he doesn't even couch it in a question, like he so often does. He should, he often has. But they'd decided they were tired of that, hadn't they? Playing that game of pretense and half-truths. The game had to evolve, they might... ] Besides, could you imagine if...
[ Someone found out? The questions, the pestering, the annoyances. The nosiness. Not to mention if Jinx...
Then again, at the same time, isn't there a part of him that... ]
no subject
But his question is... hm.
His single eye closed, and his shoulder lifted. ]
I don't mind it. [ He says. It's a touch more honest than he usually is, he doesn't even couch it in a question, like he so often does. He should, he often has. But they'd decided they were tired of that, hadn't they? Playing that game of pretense and half-truths. The game had to evolve, they might... ] Besides, could you imagine if...
[ Someone found out? The questions, the pestering, the annoyances. The nosiness. Not to mention if Jinx...
Then again, at the same time, isn't there a part of him that... ]
Do you?