Urgh. All well and good to say so... He knows they're trying to be nice, and it almost makes it worse.
Almost. It would, if they were a stranger. As it is, it doesn't.
Lemm folds his arms and sits back again, and stares off to one side with a sigh of shell-deep displeasure, one finger ticking on his arm. It's not that what they've written doesn't make sense.
Once more his eyes stray to the door. Looking away from it is less forced, now, and more resigned. It isn't an option. It just isn't, any more. The thought is exhausting.
"...I will," he mutters, tapping the apologizing for being callous line with a finger, "if she allows it." On that he sounds doubtful. With a soft shake of his head, he meets their gaze for the first time in a little while. "Running damage control for me, are you."
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Almost. It would, if they were a stranger. As it is, it doesn't.
Lemm folds his arms and sits back again, and stares off to one side with a sigh of shell-deep displeasure, one finger ticking on his arm. It's not that what they've written doesn't make sense.
Once more his eyes stray to the door. Looking away from it is less forced, now, and more resigned. It isn't an option. It just isn't, any more. The thought is exhausting.
"...I will," he mutters, tapping the apologizing for being callous line with a finger, "if she allows it." On that he sounds doubtful. With a soft shake of his head, he meets their gaze for the first time in a little while. "Running damage control for me, are you."