[ he's amused at her defense, her attention to the particulars as he lounges back in his seat, balancing his glass at his knee. he would offer his apologies, but that amusement fades at the graveness, the grimness of her next inquiry. one she obviously would have gotten to, considering his answer.
there is a tightness to his features, something guarded in his eyes as they look into hers: pain, anger, and fear. it builds until he glances away, pulls the vulnerabilities from her scrutiny for a moment, to harden them. ] In the flesh. Though not their own, [ his breath here is small, his voice even despite its weight ] with the exception of Mikael. [ yes, his father, the man's name heavy on his tongue. he feels the dissociation of it, from his title: father. ]
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there is a tightness to his features, something guarded in his eyes as they look into hers: pain, anger, and fear. it builds until he glances away, pulls the vulnerabilities from her scrutiny for a moment, to harden them. ] In the flesh. Though not their own, [ his breath here is small, his voice even despite its weight ] with the exception of Mikael. [ yes, his father, the man's name heavy on his tongue. he feels the dissociation of it, from his title: father. ]