[Now this is a predicament that he's never been in before. His own expression doesn't seem to know where to settle, flitting between agitation, anxiety, weariness, and...something else.
The question is met with a split-second glance, a twitch of his lips, the faintest glimpse of....
Hm.
He sighs again, casting about in his head for a lie.
Just tell him. Tell him the truth.]
...I did. And the way it's all presented...it is.
He's...a distant memory. A ghost. That's-
[Tell him. He's too smart for this. He'll figure it out, if I have to keep trying, keep pushing, every time he falls asleep in your presence-]
Shut UP.
[The snarl is out of his mouth before he can gather himself - and immediately he realizes just what he has done, his expression shifting once again to something...almost sheepish.]
...I'm sorry, my Knight. That was - that was not...aimed at you.
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The question is met with a split-second glance, a twitch of his lips, the faintest glimpse of....
Hm.
He sighs again, casting about in his head for a lie.
Just tell him. Tell him the truth.]
...I did. And the way it's all presented...it is.
He's...a distant memory. A ghost. That's-
[Tell him. He's too smart for this. He'll figure it out, if I have to keep trying, keep pushing, every time he falls asleep in your presence-]
Shut UP.
[The snarl is out of his mouth before he can gather himself - and immediately he realizes just what he has done, his expression shifting once again to something...almost sheepish.]
...I'm sorry, my Knight. That was - that was not...aimed at you.
[Fuck.
Serves you right, asshole.]