[he sniffs, once. rubs the bottom of his nose. usually, if given the option, he'd default to speech-- harder for the other, sure, but faster in the long run. gestures stilted but persistent, at present, he kept with it. compared to the pause before, his reply is near instant.]
[wouldn't move forward. looked Nic directly in the eye only so long as the gaze weren't met - attention flitted between tired eyes and mangled fingers, his own health absolutely perfect in comparison (paler skin, bruised purple under his own set of exhausted eyes, smooth hands: he'd gotten the burn healed, though he swore it itched in time with the pock-marks across his hip).]
Why punch a door?
[a beat. before Nic could say anything - voice quiet, almost dusty, not that it mattered. eyes dropped to mangled hands; something smaller than it used to be clenched in his stomach.]
no subject
[he sniffs, once. rubs the bottom of his nose. usually, if given the option, he'd default to speech-- harder for the other, sure, but faster in the long run. gestures stilted but persistent, at present, he kept with it. compared to the pause before, his reply is near instant.]
[wouldn't move forward. looked Nic directly in the eye only so long as the gaze weren't met - attention flitted between tired eyes and mangled fingers, his own health absolutely perfect in comparison (paler skin, bruised purple under his own set of exhausted eyes, smooth hands: he'd gotten the burn healed, though he swore it itched in time with the pock-marks across his hip).]
Why punch a door?
[a beat. before Nic could say anything - voice quiet, almost dusty, not that it mattered. eyes dropped to mangled hands; something smaller than it used to be clenched in his stomach.]
Tsuna told me.
[only enough to make a guess, anyway.]