a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
There’s a nod given to Loren as he focuses on the tea in the cup. His gaze flickers along the rim of the cup before it lifts a few moments after to look toward Loren but still not quite at him as he mentions stress and scared, working on his lower lip as he doesn’t ask more questions about the encounter, but more questions that make him relatively uncomfortable to answer.
“I’ve… Always k-kinda been like this.” He explains, lifting the cup of tea to his lips to sip from and focus on that in his hands, listening to the question that Loren might have something to help him with. And he’s not entirely sure how that works, how it would, when nothing else had worked. “We-We tried before… It doesn’t work.” He adds a bit quickly, frowning a bit as he focuses on a vase sitting on the table, the flower that sits within.
His brows furrow slightly at it, the concentration given as the flower’s petals begin to wither ever so slightly. His green gaze flickers to Loren then, as if that were explanation enough.
“I’ve… Always k-kinda been like this.” He explains, lifting the cup of tea to his lips to sip from and focus on that in his hands, listening to the question that Loren might have something to help him with. And he’s not entirely sure how that works, how it would, when nothing else had worked. “We-We tried before… It doesn’t work.” He adds a bit quickly, frowning a bit as he focuses on a vase sitting on the table, the flower that sits within.
His brows furrow slightly at it, the concentration given as the flower’s petals begin to wither ever so slightly. His green gaze flickers to Loren then, as if that were explanation enough.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
