[ The relationship they have now is prickly and distant, the result of having to work with each other day after day and not particularly getting along that well. Both of them have let their guards down only minute amounts, never talking about anything, skating around the subject.
It makes the firm certainty in his voice, in this language he shouldn't know, more jarring. It's soft, rather than harsh. Perhaps painfully familiar.
(His hands falter, briefly, startled by the echo of feelings that aren't strictly his. The person who had those feelings died centuries past. But his adherence to precision quickly reaffirms control.) ]
«You're so distant now,» [ he says, wistful, almost mournful. It's a voice too young and too old for him, all at once. ]
no subject
I can tell.»
[ The relationship they have now is prickly and distant, the result of having to work with each other day after day and not particularly getting along that well. Both of them have let their guards down only minute amounts, never talking about anything, skating around the subject.
It makes the firm certainty in his voice, in this language he shouldn't know, more jarring. It's soft, rather than harsh. Perhaps painfully familiar.
(His hands falter, briefly, startled by the echo of feelings that aren't strictly his. The person who had those feelings died centuries past. But his adherence to precision quickly reaffirms control.) ]
«You're so distant now,» [ he says, wistful, almost mournful. It's a voice too young and too old for him, all at once. ]