[ It's nostalgic enough to hurt, enough to get another laugh out of him. His own smile is more fond than it is sad. Some things are always the same, regardless of time and distance, death and change.
(He's always chasing after him.) ]
«See, I told you,» [ it's mostly filler, just to have something to say. Without really thinking about it, he leans forward a little, reaches out to place his hand on one of Avery's. ] «smiling suits you better.»
[If his cheeks are a little pink, it's entirely to do with the pressure he exerted at the corners of his mouth. Bloodflow was a tricky creature that way.]
«Yeah, yeah, I know. It's practically my trademark.»
no subject
(He's always chasing after him.) ]
«See, I told you,» [ it's mostly filler, just to have something to say. Without really thinking about it, he leans forward a little, reaches out to place his hand on one of Avery's. ] «smiling suits you better.»
no subject
«Yeah, yeah, I know. It's practically my trademark.»
no subject
The person he is now flashes a brief grin at that expression, but not mockingly; sharp and playful, but sincere. ]
«I know. I didn't forget that.
It's good to see you again, Avery.»
[ After a moment he removes his hand, but doesn't withdraw. He is giving him a bit of space, though; he knows this is...difficult. ]
no subject
«It's good that you finally showed up. Don't run off again, you hear me?»