[At the sound of weighty footsteps descending the stairs, Wrath's head snaps immediately in their direction-- ah! Scar. The one person he already knew for absolute sure was here... and in this very emotionally-fraught moment, that in and of itself is surprisingly comforting.]
[Especially on account of the clear recognition (and distinct lack of any follow-up displeasure or anger) in Scar's eyes, when they meet Wrath's. The nod of greeting.]
[For a second, the suggestion-- no, the palest ghost of a sheepish smile twitches at the corners of Wrath's mouth. While he may sometimes overestimate his own abilities in the art of subtle deception... Wrath isn't completely naiive anymore, and he knows that it's probably only a matter of minutes before Scar puts two and two together regarding their previous conversations. (If he hasn't already.)]
[Then the topic of hot cocoa.]
[Henry's already leaving by the time Wrath's focus has shifted gears enough to nod-- but he does nod, even if it's more at Envy's prompting than out of actual desire for a drink. He hasn't... wanted very much, since coming back. But, he won't turn it down. Since he and his Pokemon had entered the city, they hadn't stopped or slowed down once. And it had taken at least a few hours, to get all the way across town to here...]
[--ah!]
[He looks back up to Envy at last.]
Can... can my son have some water?
[THE LONGEST SENTENCE HE'S UTTERED THUS FAR, and it betrays how rusty and raspy his voice is from disuse. In the event that it is not IMMEDIATELY obvious what he's talking about, he turns in place slightly to gently put his hands on Son's leathery little shoulders. (The automail's motion is perfectly smooth-- as awkward as it looks on him as opposed to the person it was originally made for, he's clearly had it long enough to grow used to it.)]
[He has not visibly reacted to the impending presence of Lust... not because he didn't hear Envy call for her and Scar speak in her stead, or understand their brief exchange... but because if he stops to think about it for even a second, he will fling that door back open and run. And he can't let that happen. He has to stand in front of her... no matter how much it hurts.]
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[Especially on account of the clear recognition (and distinct lack of any follow-up displeasure or anger) in Scar's eyes, when they meet Wrath's. The nod of greeting.]
[For a second, the suggestion-- no, the palest ghost of a sheepish smile twitches at the corners of Wrath's mouth. While he may sometimes overestimate his own abilities in the art of subtle deception... Wrath isn't completely naiive anymore, and he knows that it's probably only a matter of minutes before Scar puts two and two together regarding their previous conversations. (If he hasn't already.)]
[Then the topic of hot cocoa.]
[Henry's already leaving by the time Wrath's focus has shifted gears enough to nod-- but he does nod, even if it's more at Envy's prompting than out of actual desire for a drink. He hasn't... wanted very much, since coming back. But, he won't turn it down. Since he and his Pokemon had entered the city, they hadn't stopped or slowed down once. And it had taken at least a few hours, to get all the way across town to here...]
[--ah!]
[He looks back up to Envy at last.]
Can... can my son have some water?
[THE LONGEST SENTENCE HE'S UTTERED THUS FAR, and it betrays how rusty and raspy his voice is from disuse. In the event that it is not IMMEDIATELY obvious what he's talking about, he turns in place slightly to gently put his hands on Son's leathery little shoulders. (The automail's motion is perfectly smooth-- as awkward as it looks on him
as opposed to the person it was originally made for, he's clearly had it long enough to grow used to it.)][
He has not visibly reacted to the impending presence of Lust... not because he didn't hear Envy call for her and Scar speak in her stead, or understand their brief exchange... but because if he stops to think about it for even a second, he will fling that door back open and run. And he can't let that happen. He has to stand in front of her... no matter how much it hurts.]