[ Frost has formed on the surface of Hei's voice, and his face is the same, distant and fatally cold. It chafes at his patience, getting tangled up in all these teenaged dramas, their stupidities and recklessness and self-absorption. But he doesn't know if he can withdraw into the privacy of his own mind. (Tonight? Later? Anymore?) After all, anybody can tumble into his life again if they're so inclined, and ring the doorbell even as he's trying to bar the door of his sympathies shut. It's strange. What's never bothered him before, does now. He's used to feeling his indifference around him like a suit of armor or a giant phone cubicle -- a structure containing only him inside. Now he's forced to consider his time in the City as a network of dwellings, a honeycomb of competing lives. ]
[ He doesn't like it, and it shows in the terseness of his words. ]
Delacroix is crazy. But there's a reason for that. Just because I don't care about her sob-story, doesn't mean Pavel will do the same.
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[ Frost has formed on the surface of Hei's voice, and his face is the same, distant and fatally cold. It chafes at his patience, getting tangled up in all these teenaged dramas, their stupidities and recklessness and self-absorption. But he doesn't know if he can withdraw into the privacy of his own mind. (Tonight? Later? Anymore?) After all, anybody can tumble into his life again if they're so inclined, and ring the doorbell even as he's trying to bar the door of his sympathies shut. It's strange. What's never bothered him before, does now. He's used to feeling his indifference around him like a suit of armor or a giant phone cubicle -- a structure containing only him inside. Now he's forced to consider his time in the City as a network of dwellings, a honeycomb of competing lives. ]
[ He doesn't like it, and it shows in the terseness of his words. ]
Delacroix is crazy. But there's a reason for that. Just because I don't care about her sob-story, doesn't mean Pavel will do the same.