but, he turns the egg a little bit, looking at the painted surface; the bloom of affection in his emotions, though muted, is present, underlaced with something quietly sad. ] My ge. Luo Wenzhou's police partner, Tao Ran. After my mother passed away, he looked after me when my father wasn't around.
Will he be alright? [or was it one of those things where he doesn't know and now he's. here, with no way of knowing. jesus, imagine people knew they were dead.]
[which is... true, she doesn't think she's ever lost anybody that she cared about to that extent. smashcut to friday where i hope i don't eat my words.]
If he was alright and stubborn enough to want to work, I think it's likely he has enough spirit to do anything. [...] How did he get injured in the first place?
the corner of his mouth lifts, but it's a bitter smile. there's no emotions again - whatever was left swirls together into something sardonic and - and angry, though it's very, very muted. ]
Hm. [she looks at him for a second.] I'm guessing this is going to be one of those situations where you warn me not to ask you further questions by saying my name sternly.
[ the forming tension fades, a little, and the emotions scatter away. he reaches up and pushes his glasses off of his face briefly, pinching the bridge of his nose. ]
It has been a very, very long day. [ ... ] Would you like to stay together again, tonight?
It's been a very long time since someone read me a bedtime story, though... I do listen to something similar every now and then on the radio...? I wonder what that says about me.
[ all joking aside, though, a little warmer: ] Of course she can come.
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but, he turns the egg a little bit, looking at the painted surface; the bloom of affection in his emotions, though muted, is present, underlaced with something quietly sad. ] My ge. Luo Wenzhou's police partner, Tao Ran. After my mother passed away, he looked after me when my father wasn't around.
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That was kind of him. [silence, as she sort of enjoys that bloom of affection. even if it is sad, it's nice to feel.]
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[ his taotao. it's part of what makes the cracked egg so sad - he runs his thumb over the top of it, gently. ]
He was just hurt fairly badly, and was in the hospital.
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Will he be alright? [or was it one of those things where he doesn't know and now he's. here, with no way of knowing. jesus, imagine people knew they were dead.]
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[ there's a quiet huff of a laugh, and then... he falls silent, staring down at the egg. ]
I thought he died, and it was one of the scariest moments of my life, to be candid.
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[which is... true, she doesn't think she's ever lost anybody that she cared about to that extent. smashcut to friday where i hope i don't eat my words.]
If he was alright and stubborn enough to want to work, I think it's likely he has enough spirit to do anything. [...] How did he get injured in the first place?
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the corner of his mouth lifts, but it's a bitter smile. there's no emotions again - whatever was left swirls together into something sardonic and - and angry, though it's very, very muted. ]
...A car accident.
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Hm. [she looks at him for a second.] I'm guessing this is going to be one of those situations where you warn me not to ask you further questions by saying my name sternly.
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a little warily; ]
...It depends on what you're going to ask.
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I think you've been through enough, today. [so she won't ask. today.]
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It has been a very, very long day. [ ... ] Would you like to stay together again, tonight?
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I'd like to bring Nahri with me. I don't like leaving her alone.
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I'm fond of her myself. We had an excellent conversation about psychology this week. Maybe she'll read me a story, or is that for you only...?
[ Is this really the time to tease about that. ]
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I'm sure she would be willing, seeing as you are an overgrown child. [there's affection in that, though.]
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It's been a very long time since someone read me a bedtime story, though... I do listen to something similar every now and then on the radio...? I wonder what that says about me.
[ all joking aside, though, a little warmer: ] Of course she can come.