( Chewing slowly, Atlas keeps his face tilted towards her even with his eyes closed, expression serious and curious together, intrigued by this entire process, by Anne. By the way she thinks and does things, and for a few moments, it is a genuine distraction. (It will occur to him later that she's basically giving him comfort food, but that's not really the point right now.)
It takes him a moment to slow, but he does nod. And he still doesn't uncover his eyes. ) M-maybe I should w-wear a b-blindfold, instead of a uh, a m-mask.
( And, more quietly, ) It is. Like, um. It's the m-most important thing.
( In that second, anyway. That's romanticising it, but that's sort of what he does, and he-- he thinks it's poetic, the idea, beautiful. He likes it. )
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It takes him a moment to slow, but he does nod. And he still doesn't uncover his eyes. ) M-maybe I should w-wear a b-blindfold, instead of a uh, a m-mask.
( And, more quietly, ) It is. Like, um. It's the m-most important thing.
( In that second, anyway. That's romanticising it, but that's sort of what he does, and he-- he thinks it's poetic, the idea, beautiful. He likes it. )