[ Maybe it's not on purpose, but maybe it is. He always knows just how to get under his skin; that's probably not a low bar, and yet it was his lifelong goal--to know him.
So he's silent for a long moment, regarding him. He's not going to answer his question, at least not yet, and only eventually does he drop a hand onto his hip and looks away. ]
I wonder. But before that, I think we both have the same question to ask each other.
[ Then he'll maybe consider taking it off. He died right in his hand! This situation calls for detached, chilly crypticness!
--It doesnt, not really. In the end, he's just not sure how to handle him being alive again. He has to keep some sort of distance, a barrier up. ]
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So he's silent for a long moment, regarding him. He's not going to answer his question, at least not yet, and only eventually does he drop a hand onto his hip and looks away. ]
I wonder. But before that, I think we both have the same question to ask each other.
[ Then he'll maybe consider taking it off. He died right in his hand! This situation calls for detached, chilly crypticness!
--It doesnt, not really. In the end, he's just not sure how to handle him being alive again. He has to keep some sort of distance, a barrier up. ]