For a long moment he does not answer, his only movement when he blinks.
Posture stiff but settled, his body takes up the entirety of the chair as
if he's simply taking his own time in deciding whether to reply–Testing her
patience, maybe, or carefully weighing his phrasing. At the corner of his
jaw, however, is a faint tick, molars grinding down on the impulse to flee
rather than actually answer, and he might as well be a sobbing mess for how
well he's masking his uncertainty beneath the scrutiny of someone so
perceptive. It's terrifying and liberating all at once, the way she sees
through him with so little effort.
"I need a hair cut," he finally says, doubt softly underpinning the rough
scratch of his voice as if he's not convinced he ought to be speaking at
all.
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Date: 2014-08-07 10:13 pm (UTC)For a long moment he does not answer, his only movement when he blinks. Posture stiff but settled, his body takes up the entirety of the chair as if he's simply taking his own time in deciding whether to reply–Testing her patience, maybe, or carefully weighing his phrasing. At the corner of his jaw, however, is a faint tick, molars grinding down on the impulse to flee rather than actually answer, and he might as well be a sobbing mess for how well he's masking his uncertainty beneath the scrutiny of someone so perceptive. It's terrifying and liberating all at once, the way she sees through him with so little effort.
"I need a hair cut," he finally says, doubt softly underpinning the rough scratch of his voice as if he's not convinced he ought to be speaking at all.