[ He breathes out a little laugh through his nose.
But the conversation has turned to something more serious. He can't rely on easing it with jokes. It wouldn't be sincere or honest. The most that he can offer is a little honesty.
The corner of his lips lift into a sad smile when she breathes. He sees the moment of vulnerability, but keeps his eyes on her rather than look away this time. Someone should see this much of her; someone should know she felt this way. Even if he is going to fade to nothing, someone should've have seen this much so she knows that she is not alone.
His chin lifts slightly before she asks him a difficult question. ]
That will have be to be up to her.
[ He can't make that decision for her; he's already made one for her. It was a decision that Alicia didn't even know existed. He doesn't believe he has the right to make any more.
But does Clea have that right? His eyes search hers for a second before smiling; she has always been the one to advocate Alicia make her own choices. Or at least, that is what his memories has told him. His gaze shifts to something melancholy, but he blinks and it is gone. ]
She might choose something different than what any of us are thinking.
[ His fingers twitch at his side; he curls his hand into a lightly held fist. Alicia, what will you paint? ]
no subject
[ He breathes out a little laugh through his nose.
But the conversation has turned to something more serious. He can't rely on easing it with jokes. It wouldn't be sincere or honest. The most that he can offer is a little honesty.
The corner of his lips lift into a sad smile when she breathes. He sees the moment of vulnerability, but keeps his eyes on her rather than look away this time. Someone should see this much of her; someone should know she felt this way. Even if he is going to fade to nothing, someone should've have seen this much so she knows that she is not alone.
His chin lifts slightly before she asks him a difficult question. ]
That will have be to be up to her.
[ He can't make that decision for her; he's already made one for her. It was a decision that Alicia didn't even know existed. He doesn't believe he has the right to make any more.
But does Clea have that right? His eyes search hers for a second before smiling; she has always been the one to advocate Alicia make her own choices. Or at least, that is what his memories has told him. His gaze shifts to something melancholy, but he blinks and it is gone. ]
She might choose something different than what any of us are thinking.
[ His fingers twitch at his side; he curls his hand into a lightly held fist. Alicia, what will you paint? ]