[ Nehan's not the type to rail against the confines of any cage he's put into. Besides, there is no great sense of urgency to get home, because the people he's left behind are surprisingly good at taking care of themselves, moreso than he'd think to have given them credit for once. But there is an... itch. An unsettled piece of him that chafes as he sits here, amidst all the excess and glamor.
He ignores it for now. It's easier, having someone around who reacts more than he does, deflecting the need to do so himself. He raises a brow with a muted amusement. ]
Go figure.
[ He can imagine the type. ]
Being annoying is an affectionate gesture, I'm sure. [ Said dryly. ] Your turn.
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He ignores it for now. It's easier, having someone around who reacts more than he does, deflecting the need to do so himself. He raises a brow with a muted amusement. ]
Go figure.
[ He can imagine the type. ]
Being annoying is an affectionate gesture, I'm sure. [ Said dryly. ] Your turn.