He always goes awkward turtle when she is hugging him. Sometimes it's for a valid reason, like when she was possessed by Annabelle, but sometimes he's just a clumsy seventeen year old who is trying to pretend he doesn't care. When he actually cares quite a bit.
Lockwood's a little better about things this time. He's not in the middle of a panic attack and she's not in the middle of being possessed. Brings his hands up, he gently returns the grip on her biceps, giving them a reassuring squeeze. Confirming that's he's real, while also reassuring himself that she is, likewise, really there. ]
No tea. [ He confirms, sticking to their unspoken convention of covering a conversation within a conversation. It is done through tone of voice. His deep, posh accent softened in the way he uses when he's trying to be comforting, even if his words are flippant and don't seem to address the severity of their situation. ]
But you're here, and I'm here and between us we'll absolutely get it all sorted, yeah? We may be in a time pocket jail, but that doesn't mean it has to be uncivilized.
[ He manages the flippancy for those last couple of sentences, before he sobers. One of those rare moments where his dark eyes soften, allowing her to see past the brilliant, mirrored facades he usually maintains. ] I'm glad you're here, Luce. And I also wish you weren't here, Luce.
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He always goes awkward turtle when she is hugging him. Sometimes it's for a valid reason, like when she was possessed by Annabelle, but sometimes he's just a clumsy seventeen year old who is trying to pretend he doesn't care. When he actually cares quite a bit.
Lockwood's a little better about things this time. He's not in the middle of a panic attack and she's not in the middle of being possessed. Brings his hands up, he gently returns the grip on her biceps, giving them a reassuring squeeze. Confirming that's he's real, while also reassuring himself that she is, likewise, really there. ]
No tea. [ He confirms, sticking to their unspoken convention of covering a conversation within a conversation. It is done through tone of voice. His deep, posh accent softened in the way he uses when he's trying to be comforting, even if his words are flippant and don't seem to address the severity of their situation. ]
But you're here, and I'm here and between us we'll absolutely get it all sorted, yeah? We may be in a time pocket jail, but that doesn't mean it has to be uncivilized.
[ He manages the flippancy for those last couple of sentences, before he sobers. One of those rare moments where his dark eyes soften, allowing her to see past the brilliant, mirrored facades he usually maintains. ] I'm glad you're here, Luce. And I also wish you weren't here, Luce.