Mm. [One hand finds it's way into his hair again, tugs at the strands falling about his face as he thinks. There's plenty of answers he could offer, plenty of questions he could ask too. But half those questions? Might draw attention on the mask he's hiding away and continued to use, and Russia can't risk that even though he knows what it can cause. And if it doesn't do that? Well, then it'll bring forth all sorts of questions about feelings and all he doesn't know if he can bring himself to answer.
His gaze sweeps up, holds steady in some show of trust. Tries to say something and can't, shrugs a shoulder and tries again.]
She thinks you're supposed to be restin'. [A bit of a sardonic smile, as if he knows how well that'll go over. But that smooths out soon enough.] You're important to her, you know.
[He's curious, jealous, worried. Wants to keep her away, wants to bring her closer and figure out how she ticks. It's frustrating and he can't do anything about it. Won't go down that road again unless he has to. (And though he's answering questions, he's not speaking about how he feels on things yet.)]
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His gaze sweeps up, holds steady in some show of trust. Tries to say something and can't, shrugs a shoulder and tries again.]
She thinks you're supposed to be restin'. [A bit of a sardonic smile, as if he knows how well that'll go over. But that smooths out soon enough.] You're important to her, you know.
[He's curious, jealous, worried. Wants to keep her away, wants to bring her closer and figure out how she ticks. It's frustrating and he can't do anything about it. Won't go down that road again unless he has to. (And though he's answering questions, he's not speaking about how he feels on things yet.)]