[Obi straightens out of her space again, rubbing the back of his head.]
It's okay. No harm done.
[Not to him, anyway. Mielle looks... Not Great, and Obi's shrewd enough and has suspended enough disbelief to put various pieces together. The picture's as ugly as it is difficult to fathom. The hairs are still standing up on the backs of his arms.
no subject
It's okay. No harm done.
[Not to him, anyway. Mielle looks... Not Great, and Obi's shrewd enough and has suspended enough disbelief to put various pieces together. The picture's as ugly as it is difficult to fathom. The hairs are still standing up on the backs of his arms.
He keeps his voice low.]
...Can I getcha some water? Tea?