( he looks at her when she asks if she normally misses full sentences and he inhales sharply, the precursor to a sigh that he doesn't quite manage to swallow all of. small talk is not his thing, has never been his thing, but he veers between talking a lot — monologuing, ranting, rambling about the moon, about vengeance, about his mission and — not. he's found often that working with others, working with anyone that isn't frank (before they'd fallen out) and badr, carries with it an expectation of talkativeness that marc very rarely meets. )
I don't find myself missing them, no.
( that is: he knows what she's getting at, but he's not going to acknowledge it.
instead, that's all he says on the matter before letting that feeling, the one that seems to sit within him and his mind, lead him (and america) towards storm's sage. to more water and both partially and fully sunken structures. )
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I don't find myself missing them, no.
( that is: he knows what she's getting at, but he's not going to acknowledge it.
instead, that's all he says on the matter before letting that feeling, the one that seems to sit within him and his mind, lead him (and america) towards storm's sage. to more water and both partially and fully sunken structures. )