[ He'd have been a terrible officer and an even worse father, if he didn't know these things happened on a curve, if he didn't give her the patience he'd once been granted. Then, admittedly, it was a different matter, and he's patient as once he'd needed.
( Still needed it, he knew, he just couldn't afford it )
So he lets her sit with enough space to be comfortable. The hum is there, because it's wrapped around him like an itch dried out skin from salt water. Absently, his hands settle in his lap and he rubs his thumb over the mark in a faint comfort. ] Void. You're hearing it. [ he clears his throat, not sure if she knows what that meant as he takes it back. His hands are almost reverent as he sets it down. But absent, like he can't quite help how he lingered on it. ] It's a little hard to explain.
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( Still needed it, he knew, he just couldn't afford it )
So he lets her sit with enough space to be comfortable. The hum is there, because it's wrapped around him like an itch dried out skin from salt water. Absently, his hands settle in his lap and he rubs his thumb over the mark in a faint comfort. ] Void. You're hearing it. [ he clears his throat, not sure if she knows what that meant as he takes it back. His hands are almost reverent as he sets it down. But absent, like he can't quite help how he lingered on it. ] It's a little hard to explain.