[ for the moment, law seems to have forgotten his coffee entirely; it sits on the floor next to him, abandoned. he manages something like a shake of his head to the apology — he'd rather know than not — but then cora speaks of hospitals, and for a moment he looks.... alarmingly pale.
with effort, he forces his hands to unclench, counts to four, breathes. counts, breathes.
objectively, he knows it doesn't matter even if every single person here knew about it all. it would mean nothing to them.
but old habits are hard to break, and he's kept his silence on the subject for so long now. ]
... Life-threatening sounds better, [ he eventually says, and means it. ]
no subject
with effort, he forces his hands to unclench, counts to four, breathes. counts, breathes.
objectively, he knows it doesn't matter even if every single person here knew about it all. it would mean nothing to them.
but old habits are hard to break, and he's kept his silence on the subject for so long now. ]
... Life-threatening sounds better, [ he eventually says, and means it. ]