"An apt description; I'll have to remember that one."
"I shall thank you very much not to do that," the Fool replies, but there's a trace of genuine laughter in his voice as he does so; evidently he's more than capable of taking a bit of needling, as well as doling it out. He fills the kettle with enough water for two cups of tea, turns on the eye, and sets it to boil.
Devin's next words give him pause, and for a moment he's almost too still, his back turned and his expression hidden. It is not a question of whether he wishes to know the details--he does--but whether he is prepared to venture back towards those memories so soon. Not the memories of the street assault, of course, but what they had brought back to him--
"Tell me what you found out," he decides at length, choosing courage even if he does not feel it. He puts lightness back into his expression when he turns to face Devin again, watching his friend expectantly... and hoping that he won't be pitied, or interrogated, over the flicker of unease on his face.
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"I shall thank you very much not to do that," the Fool replies, but there's a trace of genuine laughter in his voice as he does so; evidently he's more than capable of taking a bit of needling, as well as doling it out. He fills the kettle with enough water for two cups of tea, turns on the eye, and sets it to boil.
Devin's next words give him pause, and for a moment he's almost too still, his back turned and his expression hidden. It is not a question of whether he wishes to know the details--he does--but whether he is prepared to venture back towards those memories so soon. Not the memories of the street assault, of course, but what they had brought back to him--
"Tell me what you found out," he decides at length, choosing courage even if he does not feel it. He puts lightness back into his expression when he turns to face Devin again, watching his friend expectantly... and hoping that he won't be pitied, or interrogated, over the flicker of unease on his face.