[The slowest drain of tension, only slight. Barely noticeable, so small that it means nothing in the grand scheme of things. But it's there still, and Connor sets his jaw, faintly nodding.]
Yes.
[A moment more passes, and then Connor straightens to look at Arenvald, appearing as if wishes to say something. Just on that precipice, words dangling on the barest thread, waiting for the string to be cut.
As always seems to be the case these days, he settles on something only part of the way there.]
I meant it, though, when I said I would be fine now. I just need time to process what's happened.
[Literally process, lining up misplaced fragments back into neat little rows in his mind. And process process, compartmentalizing away what was felt and experienced.]
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Yes.
[A moment more passes, and then Connor straightens to look at Arenvald, appearing as if wishes to say something. Just on that precipice, words dangling on the barest thread, waiting for the string to be cut.
As always seems to be the case these days, he settles on something only part of the way there.]
I meant it, though, when I said I would be fine now. I just need time to process what's happened.
[Literally process, lining up misplaced fragments back into neat little rows in his mind. And process process, compartmentalizing away what was felt and experienced.]