In The Rough

[Reeves]

When their palms intermingled in a gesture of mutual solidarity, she'd find that he brought up a second hand to gently hold her wrist as they shook. Usually such a gesture was quite an honor, a sign that the person whose hand you were shaking didn't quite want you to stop or let go too quickly. But with him such a notion felt less definitive and more open to potentially worrying interpretation.

He waited patiently, even as she carried on and trailed off. From the start of this meeting he had done things which caught Siobhan off guard, he was by no means finished with this nuance. "I like your eyes, they beckon for a spark and make me curious about how they'd look when lit up by a fire either from within or without." If he was trying to imply something by going so off topic and getting poetic, it wasn't clear. He was a hard man to read, but easy to understand. Still, he had more to say. "Unfortunately Milford's efforts did almost go to waste. The Alliance, well, the movement as a whole was on the brink of dissolution. I knew that had to change when I was elected. The challenge that presented kept things interesting. I'm glad you came back just in time for me to give you the honor of declaring our intentions to the Insurgency." In contrast, he didn't restrain the smile which cracked its way into existence on his face, more of a smirk really, but a sign of emotion nonetheless. Though he didn't want to sour their conversation with brutal honesty, he wasn't inclined to deceive her on the bigger picture that she'd missed out on during her isolation. Her reasons for coming back were unclear, and at least for now that made her interesting.

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