…woah. Color Desire many, many shades of surprised. Not so much that Declan was moved, given how sensitive the Guardian had proved to be, but that he was moved so emotively. Desire turned sidesaddle in his chair, setting his plate aside on a ledge as he considered the…absurdity of what he was seeing.
It’s not absurd to be sad, Reason chided him, but softer than Desire did when he was the one leveling criticisms.
Desire was quiet, listening to Reason’s undercurrent for a few moments. There was an inclination to switch again, to let him address this, but neither one of them acted on it.
“It was in her brain, big guy,” he finally answered, reaching across the space between their seats to touch the nearer of those white-knuckled hands. (Whiter?) “She was old. Her brain was falling apart from the inside.”
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It’s not absurd to be sad, Reason chided him, but softer than Desire did when he was the one leveling criticisms.
Desire was quiet, listening to Reason’s undercurrent for a few moments. There was an inclination to switch again, to let him address this, but neither one of them acted on it.
“It was in her brain, big guy,” he finally answered, reaching across the space between their seats to touch the nearer of those white-knuckled hands. (Whiter?) “She was old. Her brain was falling apart from the inside.”