[maybe, at another time, he'd have more to say to someone he's just met — a joke to lighten the mood, some kind of sarcasm about the situation they've found themselves in, even his own name. but none of that is in the vicinity of the tip of his tongue right now, not when all that he can sense is that much more overwhelming when they're closer. everything in his periphery dials down, his focus honing in on a singular place.
yeah, he hears, and it's a relief; the curve of his mouth sinks in deeper.
heat rises; tension pulls.]
Lead the way. [a beat.] I — uh, wouldn't know where it begins.
[it's a rush of words coming on a singular breath, at least a small confirmation of what she's probably already noticed just looking at him.
(he does know, but that's not something he would tell.)]
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yeah, he hears, and it's a relief; the curve of his mouth sinks in deeper.
heat rises; tension pulls.]
Lead the way. [a beat.] I — uh, wouldn't know where it begins.
[it's a rush of words coming on a singular breath, at least a small confirmation of what she's probably already noticed just looking at him.
(he does know, but that's not something he would tell.)]