[...But he hasn't done anything. He just asked for help with the earpiece, and now they were trying to deliver something to him. Was that their intent all along? An excuse to see him? ...He be pissed, but Scott genuinely didn't sound like he knew what he had. His left ear twitches, in contemplation.]
. . . It's good you made it back. I suppose. [He doesn't sound pleased, or disappointed. He really just doesn't know what to do with this guy. The heart yearns to create a connection they continue to offer him, but it doesn't want go through the ordeal of it breaking again. Ever distrustful toward their intent, even when their words felt honest...
He looks to the box, something else to focus on that isn't so complicated. Raising it in his hand, he proceeds to try and throw it into the lake. Far as it can go.]
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. . . It's good you made it back. I suppose. [He doesn't sound pleased, or disappointed. He really just doesn't know what to do with this guy. The heart yearns to create a connection they continue to offer him, but it doesn't want go through the ordeal of it breaking again. Ever distrustful toward their intent, even when their words felt honest...
He looks to the box, something else to focus on that isn't so complicated. Raising it in his hand, he proceeds to try and throw it into the lake. Far as it can go.]