[Pink and nervous as his face is, there's something carefully earnest behind it when Mike looks up at her, like he's tracking her every word, listening and analyzing and categorizing.]
... Yeah. [Soft, and then stronger: ] Yeah, he was. They- they were.
[He reaches up and musses his hair, a nervous tic; his fingers pluck out a pebble of grey asphalt, and fiddle with it almost pointedly, like he's searching for a distraction.]
You're- [Wow, why is his mouth so dry? Has it ever been this dry in his life? What if he just dies of thirst, right here in the dining room? Could he do that, please?] -okay? With it?
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Date: 2021-06-14 01:07 am (UTC)... Yeah. [Soft, and then stronger: ] Yeah, he was. They- they were.
[He reaches up and musses his hair, a nervous tic; his fingers pluck out a pebble of grey asphalt, and fiddle with it almost pointedly, like he's searching for a distraction.]
You're- [Wow, why is his mouth so dry? Has it ever been this dry in his life? What if he just dies of thirst, right here in the dining room? Could he do that, please?] -okay? With it?