[he's looking away, arms folded so tight it's like he's trying to wrap them around himself-- like that will afford him a measure of protection from seeing this, from being reminded again of something he still has nightmares of from time to time.
he expects-- he doesn't know. sympathy. pity. he doesn't expect what thancred actually offers, attention snapping to him, eyes slightly wide behind his glasses.]
You-
[whatever he means to say dies in his throat, choked, and he shakes his head.]
no subject
he expects-- he doesn't know. sympathy. pity. he doesn't expect what thancred actually offers, attention snapping to him, eyes slightly wide behind his glasses.]
You-
[whatever he means to say dies in his throat, choked, and he shakes his head.]