Dark eyes narrowed as the list was rattled off. He had been talking too much, that was painfully obvious. Pressing his lips together, he held his ground as Amun approached, but there was a tension in his stance. Like he was getting ready to fight or run. [say]"Superficial things,"[/say] he countered. [say]"Doesn't mean anything."[/say]
Hidden inside the pockets, his hands clenched. He didn't like it when people threw themselves at him. Didn't want to be close to anyone, or go through the process of determining whether someone was trustworthy or not. It took up time, energy and attention he could better spend elsewhere. There was no room in his life for more people, because inevitably they would leave.
[say]"And what mistake would that be?"[/say] He didn't really care what it was.
Hidden inside the pockets, his hands clenched. He didn't like it when people threw themselves at him. Didn't want to be close to anyone, or go through the process of determining whether someone was trustworthy or not. It took up time, energy and attention he could better spend elsewhere. There was no room in his life for more people, because inevitably they would leave.
[say]"And what mistake would that be?"[/say] He didn't really care what it was.
