[November doesn't look - or feel - particularly pleased. The sensation comes almost like a fracture in how they had been, so far, further exacerbated by the mention of children's blood. Richard's face pinches in disgust, immediately. That was specific, and abhorrent, and a touch too close to the bone.
The break in the easy talk stings, and in the wake the need to withdraw rises. Richard's used to this feeling, of having displayed some unwanted element. He lets distance spill and grow between them, and it feels normal.]
You know what they say. We're all gonna die of something. [Richard's list was just shorter than most, and cancer didn't have a slot on it. He wasn't inclined to give up the enjoyment of smoking for November's distaste, just like he'd never shaped his true, real behaviour into anything other than himself to please anyone else.] But I'll keep my second-hand away from your lungs, iceman.
[He's moving, then. Turning to walk away. A little abrupt, no real closing remarks. That's normal enough for him, too.]
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The break in the easy talk stings, and in the wake the need to withdraw rises. Richard's used to this feeling, of having displayed some unwanted element. He lets distance spill and grow between them, and it feels normal.]
You know what they say. We're all gonna die of something. [Richard's list was just shorter than most, and cancer didn't have a slot on it. He wasn't inclined to give up the enjoyment of smoking for November's distaste, just like he'd never shaped his true, real behaviour into anything other than himself to please anyone else.] But I'll keep my second-hand away from your lungs, iceman.
[He's moving, then. Turning to walk away. A little abrupt, no real closing remarks. That's normal enough for him, too.]