[ Two years ago is not a compelling start. Redvers stays in the doorway, one shoulder drifting toward the frame; it takes until possessed and transformed for the distant, put-upon patience on his face to crack and make way for something actually attentive.
Wary, still. Waiting for a point. Expecting it to be aimed at him.
When the pause starts to prolong, he offers, ] I'm sorry to hear that.
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Wary, still. Waiting for a point. Expecting it to be aimed at him.
When the pause starts to prolong, he offers, ] I'm sorry to hear that.