09-22-2019, 06:37 PM
His lips twitched a small smile for the humour, relieved to recognise the other man’s usual blase manner. Not that the text had suggested otherwise, but he preferred to see the evidence with his eyes. Heat tingled at the touch, and something softer too, as if the gesture bridged a chasm like a lifeline. He didn’t glance down at that connection, though, lest calling attention to it might draw it away.
Raffe blinked a little at the explanation, but chose not to ask questions. He accepted the reality of Nox’s world with surprising calm, but couldn’t say he truly understood it -- nor sometimes wanted to. A cool shiver touched his spine, acknowledging the shadow of that danger without staring it full in the face. For a moment gratitude and relief urged his hand to shield where Nox’s palm rested on his leg, but he refrained. The pot plant still sat in his lap, supported in his grasp to stop the water spilling. It wasn’t the reason, though.
Contrary to the feeling swirling within (foolish, he knew that), his grin was simply roguish, even as he glanced at the impossibility of a water glass finding wings. Nox’s fears were unfounded, and probably he could come to those conclusions himself if he really thought about it. The proof of Carmen’s stubborn views on family shared the bed with him, but he’d let Nox find those answers himself. “Shame there’s not someone perfectly willing to help just across the hall from you,” he teased instead. "How long do they intend to keep you here?"
Raffe blinked a little at the explanation, but chose not to ask questions. He accepted the reality of Nox’s world with surprising calm, but couldn’t say he truly understood it -- nor sometimes wanted to. A cool shiver touched his spine, acknowledging the shadow of that danger without staring it full in the face. For a moment gratitude and relief urged his hand to shield where Nox’s palm rested on his leg, but he refrained. The pot plant still sat in his lap, supported in his grasp to stop the water spilling. It wasn’t the reason, though.
Contrary to the feeling swirling within (foolish, he knew that), his grin was simply roguish, even as he glanced at the impossibility of a water glass finding wings. Nox’s fears were unfounded, and probably he could come to those conclusions himself if he really thought about it. The proof of Carmen’s stubborn views on family shared the bed with him, but he’d let Nox find those answers himself. “Shame there’s not someone perfectly willing to help just across the hall from you,” he teased instead. "How long do they intend to keep you here?"