i spent this year as a ghost and...
At the realization that he’s the last option for her, he frowns. Surely there were others that could be helpful to her, others that would be willing – unless of course, he’s drastically misunderstood any changes that have occurred since his decision to hermit himself in his workshop unless absolutely necessary. Which is a possibility, after all. So he offers her a sharp nod, a sharp inhale of breath in his nose before he’s looking back down at the books and the coat as she goes to explain, unable to truly look at her for any of it.
“Okay.” He says at first, nodding again to let her know that he understands what it means. As for it hurting, well, he aims for a bit of humor even if it doesn’t spark in his eyes or his voice, his free hand rising to his cheek. “I’ve… had worse.” And he had, evident by the half Glasgow smile on his face.
But he does manage to look up at her again. “Do you… Just need my wrist? Or something?” He doesn’t know how this works, but he does lift his hand anyway, just in case he’d been correct in his assumption.
“Okay.” He says at first, nodding again to let her know that he understands what it means. As for it hurting, well, he aims for a bit of humor even if it doesn’t spark in his eyes or his voice, his free hand rising to his cheek. “I’ve… had worse.” And he had, evident by the half Glasgow smile on his face.
But he does manage to look up at her again. “Do you… Just need my wrist? Or something?” He doesn’t know how this works, but he does lift his hand anyway, just in case he’d been correct in his assumption.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
