My, it seems you've figured me all out, Professor. Perhaps I simply don't give you enough credit.
[The words are there to fill up the space, knowing that he'd been fearing those exact things.]
He may simply lack for sources of amusement.
I suppose I should thank you for that...though I would suggest you take care when wandering about. If he thinks that perhaps we may be...acquaintances of sorts...
...I truly hate to think the lengths he may go to.
[There is a sigh, and his gaze goes distant, looking out of the window before he speaks. His voice is quiet, and he's back there again in loose, institutional blue pants and a shirt. He's sitting in the window, one leg propped up and his elbow resting on that, fingers on his chin in thought.
"Mr. Gavin...is something the matter?" She had smiled, her voice that odd tone. Gentle. Caring. Words he knew could never be used to describe his own words.
"Not in the least. I was merely thinking." He shook his head a bit, rising from his seat.
Eight months and years before that separated them, but he knew...]
That's hardly surprising. He and I are...I suppose one might consider us two sides of the same coin, for all that implies.
[He says nothing more, taking a drink as he looks out at the broken snow.]
My, I would have never guessed, especially not with how eager you seem to be to make a mess of it.
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Date: 2008-10-04 01:27 am (UTC)[The words are there to fill up the space, knowing that he'd been fearing those exact things.]
He may simply lack for sources of amusement.
I suppose I should thank you for that...though I would suggest you take care when wandering about. If he thinks that perhaps we may be...acquaintances of sorts...
...I truly hate to think the lengths he may go to.
[There is a sigh, and his gaze goes distant, looking out of the window before he speaks. His voice is quiet, and he's back there again in loose, institutional blue pants and a shirt. He's sitting in the window, one leg propped up and his elbow resting on that, fingers on his chin in thought.
"Mr. Gavin...is something the matter?" She had smiled, her voice that odd tone. Gentle. Caring. Words he knew could never be used to describe his own words.
"Not in the least. I was merely thinking." He shook his head a bit, rising from his seat.
Eight months and years before that separated them, but he knew...]
That's hardly surprising. He and I are...I suppose one might consider us two sides of the same coin, for all that implies.
[He says nothing more, taking a drink as he looks out at the broken snow.]
My, I would have never guessed, especially not with how eager you seem to be to make a mess of it.