( he tilts his hand in a small acknowledgment, setting the bottle down slightly behind him on the desk and leaning against it. that distance lingers, and he will perhaps never be other than the quiet, steady thing that he molded himself into to survive—yet there are differences in him, too, becoming clearer in company.
he holds himself differently, now. his gaze doesn't drop or wander, the way it once did; he had always seemed so absent-minded, so politely deferential, as if it were natural. it is not that he sheds it now to purpose, but that he seems to have long since already done so—he wears with ease now his height, his breadth.
his capability. )
Th-th-the,
( is this a peace offering, or )
the b-b-b-band back, ah, back, back, back together.
( it's very dry. it's very fucking rare that he makes the effort to share such passing thoughts, but this is an easy conversation that they're having. catching up. old friends.
how are they playing this. you give a little, to see. )
rocks up late with starbucks
he holds himself differently, now. his gaze doesn't drop or wander, the way it once did; he had always seemed so absent-minded, so politely deferential, as if it were natural. it is not that he sheds it now to purpose, but that he seems to have long since already done so—he wears with ease now his height, his breadth.
his capability. )
Th-th-the,
( is this a peace offering, or )
the b-b-b-band back, ah, back, back, back together.
( it's very dry. it's very fucking rare that he makes the effort to share such passing thoughts, but this is an easy conversation that they're having. catching up. old friends.
how are they playing this. you give a little, to see. )