[ Surprise flickers across his expression. Steve's all ready to keep dancing around the details until Aoba comes at him with that second question. Does he mean Ren? There aren't many folks in their group that might elicit a reaction like that - he thinks.
He straightens where he stands, struck with a faint, irrational desire to defend Ren railing against frustrations with his broodmate. The former doesn't exacly coalesce into words. His jaw clenches and he lets out a sharp breath, shaking his head again. ]
Don't think so. [ About Ren turning up here. He watches Aoba absently for a second, caught between two opposite trains of thought, then bends down to remove his own boots. The room itself is little more than a large closet - he nods at a bag in the corner. ] Got ration bars in there.
[ They don't taste like much either. He stands again. ] You been having much luck with the salvaging?
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He straightens where he stands, struck with a faint, irrational desire to defend Ren railing against frustrations with his broodmate. The former doesn't exacly coalesce into words. His jaw clenches and he lets out a sharp breath, shaking his head again. ]
Don't think so. [ About Ren turning up here. He watches Aoba absently for a second, caught between two opposite trains of thought, then bends down to remove his own boots. The room itself is little more than a large closet - he nods at a bag in the corner. ] Got ration bars in there.
[ They don't taste like much either. He stands again. ] You been having much luck with the salvaging?
[ Ahh, small talk. ]