Martin slowed a little upon seeing the apartment building. The expression he wore wasn't an easily read one; the smile was small, but not warm enough to reach his eyes – those were a little distant, brow furrowing here and there as he searched for a stray thought or notion. He had to stop, at length, one particular thought just dawning on him.
"Bariyan," he said, looking up at him. "Do you still want to know? About those things."
He realized it had been his intentions, no one else's, that had driven him to seek him out about it. He hadn't considered what Bariyan would want – would he want to know? Was he content in not knowing? It was a gnawing, unpleasant train of thought. He didn't like it. It brought doubt into his expression, a breath held, a twinge in his stomach.
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Martin slowed a little upon seeing the apartment building. The expression he wore wasn't an easily read one; the smile was small, but not warm enough to reach his eyes – those were a little distant, brow furrowing here and there as he searched for a stray thought or notion. He had to stop, at length, one particular thought just dawning on him.
"Bariyan," he said, looking up at him. "Do you still want to know? About those things."
He realized it had been his intentions, no one else's, that had driven him to seek him out about it. He hadn't considered what Bariyan would want – would he want to know? Was he content in not knowing? It was a gnawing, unpleasant train of thought. He didn't like it. It brought doubt into his expression, a breath held, a twinge in his stomach.