[hnngh... ;; he looks down into his-- little brother's face in turn, though more tentatively. there's a deep, deep guilt -- grief, and something guarded in blue eyes... under that, an almost visceral hope and longing.
he's missed you.]
--Ah.
[but his brother asked him a question, and he snaps from his introspection, fingers lifting to cup a cheek -- hesitating once before reaching skin. b-bro.]
I... it's-- I'm an... old geezer to match my hair, now... that's all.
no subject
he's missed you.]
--Ah.
[but his brother asked him a question, and he snaps from his introspection, fingers lifting to cup a cheek -- hesitating once before reaching skin. b-bro.]
I... it's-- I'm an... old geezer to match my hair, now... that's all.