His eyes narrow at that in a way that suddenly, abruptly matches the glint in her own. It's not exactly threatening, but there's a shift in the air between them sharp and sudden enough that it's a wonder there's not a physical cracking sound.
Who are you to deny us?
But there's only the glimpse of it as she turns and by the time she turns back around, his demeanor has changed yet again, something pensive sitting on his shoulders as he stares for a moment at his hands on the small table. There's nothing external to even attempt to guess at his thoughts with, but it's clear the conversation has more import to him than simply idle conversation. He takes the blanket with a tilt of his head in thanks, wrapping it around himself and then, some decision reached, he finally speaks again,
"You don't have to say," his tone is gentler, now. Absent is the previous curiosity. This is not an attempt to convince her, this is something being said on it's own, "But you should know that it is, perhaps, at least a little my business." He shifts his hands and leaves his own jobstone on the table, raising his gaze steadily to meet hers.
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Date: 2022-02-25 07:19 pm (UTC)Who are you to deny us?
But there's only the glimpse of it as she turns and by the time she turns back around, his demeanor has changed yet again, something pensive sitting on his shoulders as he stares for a moment at his hands on the small table. There's nothing external to even attempt to guess at his thoughts with, but it's clear the conversation has more import to him than simply idle conversation. He takes the blanket with a tilt of his head in thanks, wrapping it around himself and then, some decision reached, he finally speaks again,
"You don't have to say," his tone is gentler, now. Absent is the previous curiosity. This is not an attempt to convince her, this is something being said on it's own, "But you should know that it is, perhaps, at least a little my business." He shifts his hands and leaves his own jobstone on the table, raising his gaze steadily to meet hers.