I can't just leave my own-- [ but then he pauses and takes a breath, straightening his spine and lifting his chin. to most people it'd look like he pulled the wherewithal from nowhere, but graves of all people will be able to tell that it's only temporary, that he's projecting a calm and cold exterior until they're truly alone. ]
Let's go home.
[ it's echoed, quiet, and he takes a step so that he can hook his arm with graves'. ] Keep me informed? [ the softness to this is dangerous. for the moment his trauma is manifesting in viciousness. he wants to see a man broken, a man hurting.
he smiles, a tight little thing, before starting to walk toward where they can exit, waving off anyone that tries to speak to him so that they can just keep going.
the hand at graves' elbow is tense and almost shaking. ]
no subject
Let's go home.
[ it's echoed, quiet, and he takes a step so that he can hook his arm with graves'. ] Keep me informed? [ the softness to this is dangerous. for the moment his trauma is manifesting in viciousness. he wants to see a man broken, a man hurting.
he smiles, a tight little thing, before starting to walk toward where they can exit, waving off anyone that tries to speak to him so that they can just keep going.
the hand at graves' elbow is tense and almost shaking. ]