[ He's taken back by the sudden anger, and he freezes, clenching a fist over his knee in lieu of pushing himself back and away. But the initial shock wears off, quickly.
He lets the silence sit for a moment, pushing his bottle away, folding both arms over the table. His posture is set; the posture of a man who does not intend to move any time soon. Then he looks up to meet Koltira's gaze. ]
But I do care, Koltira.
Just, perhaps-- [ a grimace. his gaze flickers away, briefly. ] --perhaps I have not done a good job of showing it.
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He lets the silence sit for a moment, pushing his bottle away, folding both arms over the table. His posture is set; the posture of a man who does not intend to move any time soon. Then he looks up to meet Koltira's gaze. ]
But I do care, Koltira.
Just, perhaps-- [ a grimace. his gaze flickers away, briefly. ] --perhaps I have not done a good job of showing it.