[ He couldn't really say why the other man's answer disappoints him, to the point that everything unusual about him — his eyes, the weirdly note-perfect nature of his heartbeat, despite the total normalcy of his appearance otherwise — registers as an afterthought. His mouth quirks, barely veiling the sentiment. (Residually, he feels a little dissatisfaction with himself; what does it fucking matter?)
Still, he's in sufficient possession of his faculties to recognize that don't think so is not a typical answer to his question, so, as he looks down at the proffered cake, ]
'Don't think so,' like you've lost track of time, or—?
[ Does he sound weirdly hopeful? Maybe a little bit. ]
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Still, he's in sufficient possession of his faculties to recognize that don't think so is not a typical answer to his question, so, as he looks down at the proffered cake, ]
'Don't think so,' like you've lost track of time, or—?
[ Does he sound weirdly hopeful? Maybe a little bit. ]