[His breath gutters out when she touches the back of his hand. It isn't entirely enough to calm him, but he does lower his tone.
But you don't.
No, he doesn't.
Thomas also doesn't reply, setting his jaw. He feels like he really needs a smoke, now. Or a hard drink. Or another session to burn off his powers, which he might just do after he confronts Morgan about this fiasco back at the house.
He curses again, this time in French, as he places the little sprig inside his jacket pocket. Yes, even despite his frustrations, he is still bringing back what was required of him.]
...Thank you, but I will be fine. [What sort of sorry thief can't make his own exit from a nighttime rooftop? None that he would rub shoulders with.] I am sorry that the night had to end in this way. A ruin to your own evening.
[He knows she has to get back, to play dumb and definitely not complicit.]
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But you don't.
No, he doesn't.
Thomas also doesn't reply, setting his jaw. He feels like he really needs a smoke, now. Or a hard drink. Or another session to burn off his powers, which he might just do after he confronts Morgan about this fiasco back at the house.
He curses again, this time in French, as he places the little sprig inside his jacket pocket. Yes, even despite his frustrations, he is still bringing back what was required of him.]
...Thank you, but I will be fine. [What sort of sorry thief can't make his own exit from a nighttime rooftop? None that he would rub shoulders with.] I am sorry that the night had to end in this way. A ruin to your own evening.
[He knows she has to get back, to play dumb and definitely not complicit.]