[ There isn't usually much fanfare on his part when he comes by. Still, he may keep to himself a lot, but usually it comes across more akin to a symptom of quickly moving from one task to the next rather than being intentionally distant. The past few days have really begun to wear at his nerves, perhaps bringing old traits to light that no one including Miller ever really knew were a part of him. He knows he isn't the only one. There are others asking pointed but guarded questions, people who's behavior he witnesses changing. He wants to do the same as Jinx is trying to, to ignore it and pretend that it isn't happening, but the ability to do so is clearly somewhat out of his grasp.
When she doesn't respond with any retort, he catches himself in that -- the failure to act unbothered. But since she's away making his drink, he just stews in the feeling in silence, staring out the window until she returns. He clears his throat as the cup is set down in front of him, but he doesn't look at her at first as he reaches to pull it closer. ]
Thanks.
[ There's a pause as he inhales though, and then he does. ]
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When she doesn't respond with any retort, he catches himself in that -- the failure to act unbothered. But since she's away making his drink, he just stews in the feeling in silence, staring out the window until she returns. He clears his throat as the cup is set down in front of him, but he doesn't look at her at first as he reaches to pull it closer. ]
Thanks.
[ There's a pause as he inhales though, and then he does. ]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you.