Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
There was acceptance in Deimos’ words, that perhaps his parents hadn’t quite thought the best things for him. That perhaps having an outlet might give him something else to do other than work and wallow in his own misery day after day, the only joy found in spending time with Hester. But Deimos’ words also didn’t force him into doing anything, a reminder of Loren’s attempts to try and heal his face of the scar that spanned it, something that he wasn’t sure he wanted.
He was fine in his isolated lifestyle, he preferred it rather than having to answer questions. He glances up with a fleeting look back to Deimos as he’s thanked, nodding his head quietly as he goes to gather his things and stuff his tools into the bag he’d brought with him, collecting up the lanterns. “Y-you’re welcome.” Glas begins, carrying both lanterns in his arms, gaze focused on the table and nowhere near Deimos’ face. “N-n-no. T-thank you though.” He says a bit quieter, dipping his head in a quiet goodbye, before departing ways back toward his workshop.
- FIN <3
He was fine in his isolated lifestyle, he preferred it rather than having to answer questions. He glances up with a fleeting look back to Deimos as he’s thanked, nodding his head quietly as he goes to gather his things and stuff his tools into the bag he’d brought with him, collecting up the lanterns. “Y-you’re welcome.” Glas begins, carrying both lanterns in his arms, gaze focused on the table and nowhere near Deimos’ face. “N-n-no. T-thank you though.” He says a bit quieter, dipping his head in a quiet goodbye, before departing ways back toward his workshop.
- FIN <3
GLAS
