[ weh. he frowns a little further, emotions flickering again, especially with that feel of cold. ]
...it's possible. [ he's never the kind of person to sugarcoat things; or, at least he isn't with shenhe. ] I hope not, though. It could just as easily be someone's strategic move, for as calculating as that sounds, or... it could just be someone who wanted a victim they felt like they could fight against.
I don't know. [... and eventually, he'll shift a little, and lean his shoulder against hers, the way she has for him. ] I wish that I did.
[he leans his shoulder against hers, and she hasn't ever really been a very touchy person, but. today, she just rests her head on his shoulder and her hand on his back. lightly, almost skittish.]
I suppose we'll find out tomorrow. [she says, quietly.
and then, after a moment, tired:] Are you alright?
[ he returns the answer with a similar quiet tone - his emotions are tired, now, and he doesn't push her away or shrug out of it, instead just tilting his head to gently rest his cheek on her head. stack. ]
It's been a very, very long 48 hours. What about you?
[well, you see, there was that worry, and a little bit of comfort, from the way that he settles against her. and then there's like, nothing. just, abruptly nothing. not even the void or distant emotions, she's just straight up flat.
there's a pause.]
... I'm alright. [not even confusion. she doesn't pull away.]
[she doesn't feel anything, but she still wants. and what she wants is to stay here, so she does, still leaning against him. her grip on the back of his shirt tightens a little.
there should be concern, or... or something, confusion, she thinks.]
... Yes. [she says, after a moment.] Hm. This is strange.
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...it's possible. [ he's never the kind of person to sugarcoat things; or, at least he isn't with shenhe. ] I hope not, though. It could just as easily be someone's strategic move, for as calculating as that sounds, or... it could just be someone who wanted a victim they felt like they could fight against.
I don't know. [... and eventually, he'll shift a little, and lean his shoulder against hers, the way she has for him. ] I wish that I did.
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I suppose we'll find out tomorrow. [she says, quietly.
and then, after a moment, tired:] Are you alright?
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[ he returns the answer with a similar quiet tone - his emotions are tired, now, and he doesn't push her away or shrug out of it, instead just tilting his head to gently rest his cheek on her head. stack. ]
It's been a very, very long 48 hours. What about you?
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there's a pause.]
... I'm alright. [not even confusion. she doesn't pull away.]
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frowns. he's exactly observant enough to notice shit like this because they're both freaks about emotion. ]
.... Are you?
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[nothing. she doesn't even frown, she just stares at him.]
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there's a little flicker of something - anger, though it's hollow and buried. ]
If you say so.
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there should be concern, or... or something, confusion, she thinks.]
... Yes. [she says, after a moment.] Hm. This is strange.
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I think someone may have cursed you, darling.
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Oh. That's good, then. [because it means she won't have to deal with overloading tomorrow.]
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It was likely well intentioned. [ but there's a notable emotional tch. ] Though I wonder how it was done.