[ Yeah, he knows what she's saying in the spaces between what she's deliberately not saying. He's a pro at playing that particular game, okay, you don't try and play a player. He sips a little more water - nightmares and a general aversion to water exacerbated recently mean that he's more or less in a constant mild state of dehydration, but what else is new? - and considers the tactical benefit in trying to be taciturn that everyone's always trying to convince him about.
Ah, fuck it. He comes to the same conclusion in regards to that as he usually does. Whatever restraint is coming from her being nice and nearby and hey apparently that's still necessary for him right now, and because he... Okay, it's not lack of forethought or concern for her reaction - he's just tired. ] Looks like it. That red stuff goes on the outside, right?
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Ah, fuck it. He comes to the same conclusion in regards to that as he usually does. Whatever restraint is coming from her being nice and nearby and hey apparently that's still necessary for him right now, and because he... Okay, it's not lack of forethought or concern for her reaction - he's just tired. ] Looks like it. That red stuff goes on the outside, right?