（ that word catches at the edge of his consciousness and hangs there, sharp and bright like a star. purpose, duty, the totality of accepting one's own death in pursuit of those things — they have more in common than he would ever wish to admit to.
he falls silent, letting blue absorb the various emotions. for someone who makes a point of having his own under lock and key at all times, he isn't... ignorant to the effect they have on others, nor wholly immune to them himself.
the cup is deposited at and washed in the sink, dutifully, and once he's managed that and given blue a moment to take it all in, he turns back to him. ）
We can part here if you wish to speak with the others.
（ he's got corners to haunt. walls to hold up. people to staunchly ignore. you know how it be. ）
no subject
he falls silent, letting blue absorb the various emotions. for someone who makes a point of having his own under lock and key at all times, he isn't... ignorant to the effect they have on others, nor wholly immune to them himself.
the cup is deposited at and washed in the sink, dutifully, and once he's managed that and given blue a moment to take it all in, he turns back to him. ）
We can part here if you wish to speak with the others.
（ he's got corners to haunt. walls to hold up. people to staunchly ignore. you know how it be. ）