Theatrics are important for softening any pain, physical or otherwise. Laughter and cussing too, but he'll stick with just the chuckle that lingers after her warning, hands held up from the water in surrender. "Well, let it be known that you are merciful," he says with a broad grin, one hand sweeping wide as if the truth of it is grand and far reaching. Given that the world could use a bit more kindness and mercy, maybe it actually is.
"I promise it was an accident!" he groans, pulling a hand down his face with a laugh. "I can take your analysis, and I will say that last one was rather spot on and specific, so bravo." Some of the humor dies down, leaving just an honest stare that lingers on her, an appreciation softening his gaze. Something that's quietly thankfully for her friendship, her words, the way she makes it easy to talk. It's her job, he supposes, but all the same.
"I promise it was an accident!" he groans, pulling a hand down his face with a laugh. "I can take your analysis, and I will say that last one was rather spot on and specific, so bravo." Some of the humor dies down, leaving just an honest stare that lingers on her, an appreciation softening his gaze. Something that's quietly thankfully for her friendship, her words, the way she makes it easy to talk. It's her job, he supposes, but all the same.
Iskra
