[ the first bit is a little funny. he's glad for the joke, lighter that it is, the reaction even if it's just a whisper, because he needs to cling onto a little bit of normalcy, desperately hold onto the facade of his own control, but naturally, lin sees right through him.
the comment tugs a little bit of a smile onto his face. hearing monoeye's voice today was hard. more than anything else, it stuck to him, a wound that took him seventeen years to properly close, one that hurts more than any other injury on his body now that it's been torn back open. he misses it. he misses their arguing, actually. misses his dad's overprotective nature, the gruff way that he cared - wanted to ask him a thousand more questions than he ever got to ask, wanted to point out that he was a liar to his face and get answers, too.
but that's gone. it's gone forever, now, even in a place like this, and it is, if nothing else - a reminder that lin is here.
he lets him lift his chin, and looks up at him - one bright brown eye, brows knit together, staring at him like he hung the stars themselves. ]
... I'm sorry. [ are the words that finally bubble out of his mouth. ] I must have scared you. [ and then, a little softer, with that same half sad laugh - ] If you're talking like that.
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the comment tugs a little bit of a smile onto his face. hearing monoeye's voice today was hard. more than anything else, it stuck to him, a wound that took him seventeen years to properly close, one that hurts more than any other injury on his body now that it's been torn back open. he misses it. he misses their arguing, actually. misses his dad's overprotective nature, the gruff way that he cared - wanted to ask him a thousand more questions than he ever got to ask, wanted to point out that he was a liar to his face and get answers, too.
but that's gone. it's gone forever, now, even in a place like this, and it is, if nothing else - a reminder that lin is here.
he lets him lift his chin, and looks up at him - one bright brown eye, brows knit together, staring at him like he hung the stars themselves. ]
... I'm sorry. [ are the words that finally bubble out of his mouth. ] I must have scared you. [ and then, a little softer, with that same half sad laugh - ] If you're talking like that.