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Red Leaves Gyre on the Grey Lake ([personal profile] sustainer) wrote in [community profile] pajamabox 2020-02-11 07:43 pm (UTC)

Oh my god, Garrot. He's genuinely about to jump out of his skin as they round the corner. He notices they're alone, and the Protector trying to stab him in the back in one of these lonely hallways leaps into his mind unbidden. He doesn't think Garrot would do that, but there's clearly something wrong and--

He does jump when the other starts talking suddenly, and so quickly. His attention darts upwards, a moment of anxiety that resolves almost immediately into this gentle worry. The moment he apologizes, Gyre reaches up and cups hands around his cheeks, his fingers wandering back to twine hair loosely around them.

He looks over his face again, the tip of his tongue stuck just slightly out of his mouth as he thinks about what to do next. If they were wild elves, he'd just confront him about what was wrong right here, right now. But there's clearly something making him act like this, something more then whatever distressed him so badly yesterday.

"Okay," he says after a beat, turning to move ahead of him towards the door Garrot pointed out. He obviously wants to get there, pausing and glancing over his shoulder to make sure the other is staying close. "What floor are we going to?"

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