I'll decide that, [ law mutters, as if even agreeing that this might be valuable is giving too many inches. but there is a prickliness to him that is different — a kind of exasperation, now, instead of the cold detachment of their first meeting.
(if he allows himself to think about it, he's already decided he likes this man, the chaos lurking in his sharp eyes, the way he moves like a whirlwind, like he must be so, so loud to leave a mark behind, when his time eventually comes and takes him away.)
later, he will blame the lapse of attention for what happens next: one moment, he is sighing about the fact the valuable information is, apparently, a wound, and the next his hand is pressed against said wound.
he manages an affronted, ] Oi!
[ but then the question sinks in, and he forgets all about being affronted at all. ] I assume you're about to tell me, [ he fires back, and tries to hold onto his annoyed tone... but some interest sneaks through, regardless. ]
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(if he allows himself to think about it, he's already decided he likes this man, the chaos lurking in his sharp eyes, the way he moves like a whirlwind, like he must be so, so loud to leave a mark behind, when his time eventually comes and takes him away.)
later, he will blame the lapse of attention for what happens next: one moment, he is sighing about the fact the valuable information is, apparently, a wound, and the next his hand is pressed against said wound.
he manages an affronted, ] Oi!
[ but then the question sinks in, and he forgets all about being affronted at all. ] I assume you're about to tell me, [ he fires back, and tries to hold onto his annoyed tone... but some interest sneaks through, regardless. ]