[Leander sits patiently until the body behind him sounds like it's grown likewise still. Softly, he clears his throat of the catch he suspects is waiting there; the result is smooth enough.]
Thank you for coming.
[His head turns to one side, enough to show the profile of his own face past the mess of curls, and to verify the shape in his peripheral vision as the correct one. It isn't; it is.]
I'm going to ask for your help.
[The shameless flash of a hook, just in case Isaac is more angry than he is curious. He wouldn't refuse a fight—it would be satisfying, probably for them both—but it's not what he's after. (Not the only thing, anyway.)]
First I'd like you to know something. Will you hear it?
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Thank you for coming.
[His head turns to one side, enough to show the profile of his own face past the mess of curls, and to verify the shape in his peripheral vision as the correct one. It isn't; it is.]
I'm going to ask for your help.
[The shameless flash of a hook, just in case Isaac is more angry than he is curious. He wouldn't refuse a fight—it would be satisfying, probably for them both—but it's not what he's after. (Not the only thing, anyway.)]
First I'd like you to know something. Will you hear it?