[ law thinks of saying something else, but — what else is there to say? that it was difficult? that it was horrible? that it was exhausting? no, everything he could say would only make cora feel worse... and the less law has to remember of the days immediately following minion island, the better.
he's ridiculously relieved when no more questions follow, and when cora notices the smudged makeup, well. law may just hide a smile by ducking his head.
it's not very long-lived, though. the question could be answered in so many ways, but in the end, law settles for, ]
... coffee.
[ he doesn't think he can stomach anything right now, and coffee helps with wha he's planned: staying up all night, sitting right here. he feels to be in a state of weird limbo: on one hand, he's so used to having his own space that the thought of simply shamblesing himself to an empty room and collapsing for a while sounds incredibly appealing... but on the other hand, he doesn't trust this place. so the thought of sleeping, or leaving cora on his own... no. ]
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he's ridiculously relieved when no more questions follow, and when cora notices the smudged makeup, well. law may just hide a smile by ducking his head.
it's not very long-lived, though. the question could be answered in so many ways, but in the end, law settles for, ]
... coffee.
[ he doesn't think he can stomach anything right now, and coffee helps with wha he's planned: staying up all night, sitting right here. he feels to be in a state of weird limbo: on one hand, he's so used to having his own space that the thought of simply shamblesing himself to an empty room and collapsing for a while sounds incredibly appealing... but on the other hand, he doesn't trust this place. so the thought of sleeping, or leaving cora on his own... no. ]