[ His head tips, just slightly, but in the end he finds he can't look over at her, can't bear to see the sympathy in her eyes. Instead, he shrugs, shakes his head as he lifts his metal hand to pick idly at the crust of the bread. ]
Nothing very dramatic.
[ No fight, no flash of there and gone again. He knows now that this was a long time coming, though he'd fought against it for as long as he could. ]
no subject
Nothing very dramatic.
[ No fight, no flash of there and gone again. He knows now that this was a long time coming, though he'd fought against it for as long as he could. ]
We disagreed on... a few things. That's all.