[ oh, dear, that was. creepy. it was like her voice meant one thing but her face was stuck that way. like the neighbors when you started pressing too much. it made falco’s stomach flip uncomfortably into a knotted ball that sat at the base of his gut and pulled down like an anchor. his expression, eyes widened with a touch of taken aback surprise soon simmers into a frown— ]
. . . Sorry, Mrs. Diana.
[ the “incorrect” way, this time, he didn’t want to find out what would happen alone. that would put diana at risk, too. the best way at the moment was to swallow his curiosity, and keep his prying to himself. ]
That was rude of me.
[ he hasn’t even met her correctly, and feels as if something terrible has happened to a close friend. he’ll continue to help with the plates, wordlessly, but still wonders . . . and hopes, that she’ll be able to be herself again. ]
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. . . Sorry, Mrs. Diana.
[ the “incorrect” way, this time, he didn’t want to find out what would happen alone. that would put diana at risk, too. the best way at the moment was to swallow his curiosity, and keep his prying to himself. ]
That was rude of me.
[ he hasn’t even met her correctly, and feels as if something terrible has happened to a close friend. he’ll continue to help with the plates, wordlessly, but still wonders . . . and hopes, that she’ll be able to be herself again. ]