[Your fault for getting grabby, McGillis. Should have let him deal with it himself.]
No, but thank you all the same.
[And he means it, simply as he says it. The other man's irritations towards the prim and proper clearly haven't stopped him from having manners, even if he constantly twists them when and as he sees fit. The cushion his coat forms on the railing makes a good place for him to lay down his paired gloves. Pulling the untied cravat out from his collar, he smooths it over with his hands to fold a few times, before setting it there as well.
For a second there he'd wanted to be rash and careless, but there's been a shift, like the storm inside McGillis altered course. The heat in his eyes is there, but it's deep, tempered with a strange patience. Jeremiah doesn't slow his movements, though neither was he hurried to start, working the topmost clasp on his vest apart.]
I see. [The closure pops open, and he reaches down to the second one. Perhaps the movement is a little more deliberate than usual.] ... it's not common, where I come from.
[He's not the only casualty of war who came out the other side with metal in them to keep them whole and moving. He may be the only one who was also turned into a lab rat, though that may be less evident to McGillis's eyes.]
no subject
No, but thank you all the same.
[And he means it, simply as he says it. The other man's irritations towards the prim and proper clearly haven't stopped him from having manners, even if he constantly twists them when and as he sees fit. The cushion his coat forms on the railing makes a good place for him to lay down his paired gloves. Pulling the untied cravat out from his collar, he smooths it over with his hands to fold a few times, before setting it there as well.
For a second there he'd wanted to be rash and careless, but there's been a shift, like the storm inside McGillis altered course. The heat in his eyes is there, but it's deep, tempered with a strange patience. Jeremiah doesn't slow his movements, though neither was he hurried to start, working the topmost clasp on his vest apart.]
I see. [The closure pops open, and he reaches down to the second one. Perhaps the movement is a little more deliberate than usual.] ... it's not common, where I come from.
[He's not the only casualty of war who came out the other side with metal in them to keep them whole and moving. He may be the only one who was also turned into a lab rat, though that may be less evident to McGillis's eyes.]