poker
Three weeks ago, pregame
When people pace back and forth in a situation that wracks their nerves, how much does that actually say about them in the moment? How about biting their nails? Two sides of the same coin, essentially.
Between them, he’s learned so far, this is how it is.
It doesn’t take much to get her into the room with him alone. Only one look from him to come inside, a few from some others in varied interest as he closes the left door behind Zu’er. At the sure sound of a click, Gun takes a breath and lets it go when she’s in his vision of sight once more, raising his brows. His version of “hello”.
There’s an upward tug of his lip driven by the thought of borrowed time, time he figures isn’t so bad to share if it’s spent getting this right. “I’ll sit next to you tonight,” he starts, hand drifting away from the doorhandle. “We’ll sit next to one another. Joint effort, all that jazz.” Clears his throat, eyes eventually meeting hers to see if she’s got anything to add. “We don’t have to be close, just–” Racking his brain for words, he squints, patting the side of his face as if to wake up. If not from a nightmare, this feeling like one of those dreams that have some abstract meaning that doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to has yet to hold true. “You know.”
Not like I’m in a position to mind. To humor her with that out loud is a gamble, as everything else lately has been.
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