[Prince steps forward as soon as Aoba moves to sit, a few short strides to come to rest beside the table, opposite of where Cathaway and her clever machine would stand. She was more suited to that delicate work than he was.
He finds he has little to say in response- his instinctive thought, that it was useful information, was tasteless- almost vulgar, and he had no intention of vocalizing it. Instead he focuses on paying close attention to the boy, reliant on his outward expressions where he would not be forced to if he simply used the connection always available to him.
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He finds he has little to say in response- his instinctive thought, that it was useful information, was tasteless- almost vulgar, and he had no intention of vocalizing it. Instead he focuses on paying close attention to the boy, reliant on his outward expressions where he would not be forced to if he simply used the connection always available to him.
It wasn't yet time.]