[He's uncharacteristically quiet as James works, watching over the reaper with a concerned eye but trusting him to know what was for the best. While there's a flare of worry over the charm, he doesn't speak his mind; he can only trust in James now.
He stashes himself near the couch when the reaper moves, leaning up against one of the damaged arms as he listens. It's not good news, and it's something that twists deep inside his chest in a way that he'd never thought possible. There's anger too, not at the reaper but at whomever was responsible, but he keeps it carefully controlled as he listens. For as much as he's been used to using violence and intimidation to get his way, the person wasn't here and it would accomplish nothing.
Instead, he'd rather be there for James.]
I-I'm sorry.
[It feels weak, but it's hard to come up with words that could even begin to fit.]
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Date: 2016-07-13 12:17 pm (UTC)From:He stashes himself near the couch when the reaper moves, leaning up against one of the damaged arms as he listens. It's not good news, and it's something that twists deep inside his chest in a way that he'd never thought possible. There's anger too, not at the reaper but at whomever was responsible, but he keeps it carefully controlled as he listens. For as much as he's been used to using violence and intimidation to get his way, the person wasn't here and it would accomplish nothing.
Instead, he'd rather be there for James.]
I-I'm sorry.
[It feels weak, but it's hard to come up with words that could even begin to fit.]