[And Giovanni enters, moves further inside, before standing straight and still within the hush of Scott's room, eyes concealed behind their orange lenses and expression a blank, impassive mask despite those small signs of tension in him. His hands slide into the pockets of his suit-trousers, and when his teammate speaks, he subtly cants his head.
Not surprising for him, perhaps, but it is a little so, for Giovanni. That he'd agree to something like this, with someone not of his own dark little world, so soon on the heels of believing himself done with forming connections here. But he's had time to think, to dwell, sees the need for this. Can at least frame it, now, in terms of the purely practical. Verbally sidestep his own, more deep-rooted, needs.]
Is that so.
[But he nods, just once, regardless.]
It's a big mission, yes. And one that I have...concerns about.
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Not surprising for him, perhaps, but it is a little so, for Giovanni. That he'd agree to something like this, with someone not of his own dark little world, so soon on the heels of believing himself done with forming connections here. But he's had time to think, to dwell, sees the need for this. Can at least frame it, now, in terms of the purely practical. Verbally sidestep his own, more deep-rooted, needs.]
Is that so.
[But he nods, just once, regardless.]
It's a big mission, yes. And one that I have...concerns about.