When he deserves a hug, what a pot of shit. “I asked her not to tell you anything. I’m... honestly a little surprised she actually did it.” Jonah avoids the accusatory look with all the grace and skill of a master, his own gaze following some reflection prism of light as it weaved around the cavern.
“Yes, meeting people. And not in whatever kind of... heralds twisted nightmare you’re imagining.” Honestly, Jonah wasn’t sure he’d even met an ascended on his travels, people in general a rarity for him. “I heard uh, some, about a war.” Now his gaze turns back to his brother, wide and expectant, though there’s a deep, unhappy twist to his lips, one that doesn’t at all soften when Gideon catches himself.
At least he is catching himself now, though Jonah can’t decide if it’s too little too late. He works his jaw, then plasters a smile on his face. “Well I’m not. I’ve never been better actually.”
