[ There is a look on this one's face that is torn between grateful ( for the offer to go, because he's glimpsed Hikaru a handful of times and while he can keep himself in check, it's becoming a little hard to breathe ) and an odd feeling of dread that he knows is simply because talking about this is going to hurt.
Again.
Like earlier, with Brig. ]
Sure.
[ He's tucking the tablet under his arm as he rises from his seat. ]
no subject
Again.
Like earlier, with Brig. ]
Sure.
[ He's tucking the tablet under his arm as he rises from his seat. ]
I need to smoke anyway.