[Thinking seems to be a common enemy. It's something he quickly relates to, hitting as if to remind him that it can't be escaped. Reminding them of what they've done up until they arrived, what they've been pulled away away from, what they cannot easily return to.
But his thoughts aren't important at the moment.
He doesn't turn right away, silently waiting as Aeon tries to keep it together. The near break of her voice forces him to look, his brow touched with concern. And he stays quiet for a little longer.
It's not an awkward silence - it's the kind he falls into when things get serious. And this deserves his attention.
When she speaks again, he pushes away from the table, walking over to where she perches. A boot hooks around the ottoman, pulling it up a bit so that he can sit down in front of her, one arm resting on his thigh, letting his gaze drop for a second before glancing up at her.]
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But his thoughts aren't important at the moment.
He doesn't turn right away, silently waiting as Aeon tries to keep it together. The near break of her voice forces him to look, his brow touched with concern. And he stays quiet for a little longer.
It's not an awkward silence - it's the kind he falls into when things get serious. And this deserves his attention.
When she speaks again, he pushes away from the table, walking over to where she perches. A boot hooks around the ottoman, pulling it up a bit so that he can sit down in front of her, one arm resting on his thigh, letting his gaze drop for a second before glancing up at her.]
...What happened?