( Quiet, but sincere. Earnest, that's how Max has described him before, but there's that edge of something hopeless in it. He's willing, but he doesn't know if there's a point. He doesn't grasp it.
When she stands he's left a little in the wake of it, blinking and scooping up his mask, smoothing over the metal, warming it under his touch. ) I'm w-willing.
( But is he able, and is there a purpose to it? Would it be a waste of time and energy, the same kind of waste and drain that he had been to Max. Anne isn't Max, obviously, but--
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( Quiet, but sincere. Earnest, that's how Max has described him before, but there's that edge of something hopeless in it. He's willing, but he doesn't know if there's a point. He doesn't grasp it.
When she stands he's left a little in the wake of it, blinking and scooping up his mask, smoothing over the metal, warming it under his touch. ) I'm w-willing.
( But is he able, and is there a purpose to it? Would it be a waste of time and energy, the same kind of waste and drain that he had been to Max. Anne isn't Max, obviously, but--
There's always so much to consider. )