It's not surprising that D doesn't move when Laurent prepares. He always seems to be standing around like a stone. His rust-colored eyes watch Laurent from under the brim of the black hat. He's a quiet man for good reason. There is so much more he can parse when he's silent, when he's listening.
It's fear, but D does not want to insult Laurent with that. Being fearful is not a bad thing to him. The apprehension is not what he is, but what he could perhaps do. The subtle shift he can hear in Laurent's heartbeat tells him, the way Laurent is tight with dislike against his surprisingly warm front. He's lived long enough to have seen this from many people for a completely different reason.
He still hasn't moved, not raised his arms nor turned his head.] I'm going to clear a way for us first. [His voice is soft when he says it. He'll let Laurent be the one to draw back.]
I can find another way if it makes you uncomfortable. I did not want you to be hit if we were spotted.
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It's not surprising that D doesn't move when Laurent prepares. He always seems to be standing around like a stone. His rust-colored eyes watch Laurent from under the brim of the black hat. He's a quiet man for good reason. There is so much more he can parse when he's silent, when he's listening.
It's fear, but D does not want to insult Laurent with that. Being fearful is not a bad thing to him. The apprehension is not what he is, but what he could perhaps do. The subtle shift he can hear in Laurent's heartbeat tells him, the way Laurent is tight with dislike against his surprisingly warm front. He's lived long enough to have seen this from many people for a completely different reason.
He still hasn't moved, not raised his arms nor turned his head.] I'm going to clear a way for us first. [His voice is soft when he says it. He'll let Laurent be the one to draw back.]
I can find another way if it makes you uncomfortable. I did not want you to be hit if we were spotted.