"Get yourself patched up," he says it gently, sliding his gaze back now.
He's worried about you. Very worried. He hasn't said much, but he's been keeping an eye ( and sometimes, an ear ) out for any word on you and your activities.
"And I know that you'll protest: but I, for one, am glad to see that you've come home."
He wants to ask, he really does, what the problem is. But he knows better than to push you when you seem so adamant to run from whatever is bothering you.
And oh, he suspects it's not just the Aria Thing. He knows your patterns for her, but there's been a new one emerging, though he can't quite put his finger on it yet.
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He's worried about you. Very worried. He hasn't said much, but he's been keeping an eye ( and sometimes, an ear ) out for any word on you and your activities.
"And I know that you'll protest: but I, for one, am glad to see that you've come home."
He wants to ask, he really does, what the problem is. But he knows better than to push you when you seem so adamant to run from whatever is bothering you.
And oh, he suspects it's not just the Aria Thing. He knows your patterns for her, but there's been a new one emerging, though he can't quite put his finger on it yet.