[Oh. Idia's defensive stance slips, evening out into something... open. Sympathetic. If there's one thing he understands, it's being left. If there's another thing he understands, it's picking up the pieces. Idia's eyes follow him, watching the slope of Fearless' shoulders change and shift, his expression feel through the memory. It's familiar in a way that's raw, tender.
If and when Fearless looks back at him, Idia has turned his gaze away. Eyes fixed on the carpet.]
Not much of a genius.
[That was supposed to be a thought, but there it is out in the open. Fine. Whatever. It's true. He's quiet for a stretch. Then;]
[Fearless is quiet for a moment, just standing in place. He tries to gather his thoughts, to not seem inarticulate in front of— well, anyone, because pretty much anyone is more well-educated than he.
He gestures like he's about to start talking again once— twice— a sigh.]
Probably,
[It's a bit quiet. Is he unsure? No, there's something else to it.]
Shit good it does realizing it once he's gone, though.
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If and when Fearless looks back at him, Idia has turned his gaze away. Eyes fixed on the carpet.]
Not much of a genius.
[That was supposed to be a thought, but there it is out in the open. Fine. Whatever. It's true. He's quiet for a stretch. Then;]
... You loved that guy, huh?
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He gestures like he's about to start talking again once— twice— a sigh.]
Probably,
[It's a bit quiet. Is he unsure? No, there's something else to it.]
Shit good it does realizing it once he's gone, though.