On the contrary, she had been taught to keep an eye out for every gesture. Not one was to be overlooked, for each one could very well be the difference between life or death in any event. Being social, physical or otherwise. And yes, she did have paperwork to do on a very regular basis, and very taxing on top of that, but she usually kept her study very neat and tidy. To the point where some might believe it to be unhealthy, but that was neither here nor there. As the blonde waited patiently, she also took the time to close her own eyes and counted slowly in her head from ten. While she herself was not feeling frightened, it did clear what little insecurities that were creeping into her mind.
When they both had finished, both of her amber eyes slowly open, noting that one of his had peeked open. Curious, perhaps? Or perhaps just wanting to know what was the point? And she did not dismiss the fact that he seemed to shrink some. But at least he was breathing now. That was important. Now, how to combat this? A vacation? Just outright saying such would not help, and he might resist. But having him stay like this would not help either. He would rather go on another mission than to– wait. That is it! Why had she not thought of this before? Him going a place that is not so busy with the Black Cat might be just what he needs! But first, she did think that she had to reassure him that she did not think lesser of him.
“Avery?” Clairessa spoke up softly, calmly. There was nothing malicious in her tone. Nor condescending. If anything, it sounded more of her speaking to one friend to another. It would be silly to ask if he can hear her, because it was clear he can. It was also silly to ask if he was okay when she was certain he was not. So, what to ask? Was he hurting anywhere? Need water? Or perhaps just– oh here she was, overthinking it. ‘Get to the point.’ Was the hiss in the back of her mind. Perhaps.. there is another way to be close to the point while cheering him up a little? Worth a try, right? “Sorry, I could not leave you breathless. I wanted to clear the air, in a manner of speaking.” While her voice and tone were still soft, quiet and calm, there was a small bit of flourish in terms of a small hand wave. She was no Harlequin, but she would pretend to be one, just this once.
On the contrary, she had been taught to keep an eye out for every gesture. Not one was to be overlooked, for each one could very well be the difference between life or death in any event. Being social, physical or otherwise. And yes, she did have paperwork to do on a very regular basis, and very taxing on top of that, but she usually kept her study very neat and tidy. To the point where some might believe it to be unhealthy, but that was neither here nor there. As the blonde waited patiently, she also took the time to close her own eyes and counted slowly in her head from ten. While she herself was not feeling frightened, it did clear what little insecurities that were creeping into her mind.
When they both had finished, both of her amber eyes slowly open, noting that one of his had peeked open. Curious, perhaps? Or perhaps just wanting to know what was the point? And she did not dismiss the fact that he seemed to shrink some. But at least he was breathing now. That was important. Now, how to combat this? A vacation? Just outright saying such would not help, and he might resist. But having him stay like this would not help either. He would rather go on another mission than to– wait. That is it! Why had she not thought of this before? Him going a place that is not so busy with the Black Cat might be just what he needs! But first, she did think that she had to reassure him that she did not think lesser of him.
“Avery?” Clairessa spoke up softly, calmly. There was nothing malicious in her tone. Nor condescending. If anything, it sounded more of her speaking to one friend to another. It would be silly to ask if he can hear her, because it was clear he can. It was also silly to ask if he was okay when she was certain he was not. So, what to ask? Was he hurting anywhere? Need water? Or perhaps just– oh here she was, overthinking it. ‘Get to the point.’ Was the hiss in the back of her mind. Perhaps.. there is another way to be close to the point while cheering him up a little? Worth a try, right? “Sorry, I could not leave you breathless. I wanted to clear the air, in a manner of speaking.” While her voice and tone were still soft, quiet and calm, there was a small bit of flourish in terms of a small hand wave. She was no Harlequin, but she would pretend to be one, just this once.