[ Trahearne flinches as Syrlya brushes past, only quietly watches as he goes.
With Adelis, hm.
His gaze drops to his own hands, fingers awkwardly interlacing with one another as he lets his own guilt and Syrlya's irritation wash over him. Part of him wants to reach out and tear the poster down, angry at himself for even thinking it was a good idea, but that's just it--he didn't think.
Otegine's voice draws his attention back up; when he looks at him, his brows are drawn up in his upset. ]
Will time be enough? [ They don't have a lot of time left. ] He...is very angry with me. I did not anticipate that sort of reaction.
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With Adelis, hm.
His gaze drops to his own hands, fingers awkwardly interlacing with one another as he lets his own guilt and Syrlya's irritation wash over him. Part of him wants to reach out and tear the poster down, angry at himself for even thinking it was a good idea, but that's just it--he didn't think.
Otegine's voice draws his attention back up; when he looks at him, his brows are drawn up in his upset. ]
Will time be enough? [ They don't have a lot of time left. ] He...is very angry with me. I did not anticipate that sort of reaction.