[ There's no real bite to it, again. The sullenness of someone whose pride is bruised most of all, and nothing else - because his pride is bruised, isn't it? There's a kind of defense in the exhaustion, in the sullen resignation, in as much as there can be.
But this? Something so clearly getting under his skin that way?
(this kind of thing is what got him as broken-down as he is, isn't it?)
Hissing through his teeth, Thomas turns his head to avoid looking at Fuuya. ]
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[ There's no real bite to it, again. The sullenness of someone whose pride is bruised most of all, and nothing else - because his pride is bruised, isn't it? There's a kind of defense in the exhaustion, in the sullen resignation, in as much as there can be.
But this? Something so clearly getting under his skin that way?
(this kind of thing is what got him as broken-down as he is, isn't it?)
Hissing through his teeth, Thomas turns his head to avoid looking at Fuuya. ]
Just forget it, okay? And don't touch me.