[Even in her flaring, shifting anger, she shows him a kindness. Henry takes the handkerchief and brings it to his nose, stifling the already slowing flow.]
Mm.
[He says, the sight of which (handkerchief pressed to his face) may dull his serious intonation.]
It does matter. She was restless, eager to get out. Something like that can only be a strain on you. So maybe I overstepped boundaries trying to understand her motivations -- I know it's not much of an excuse, but I'll make it up to you later.
[ she either can't help or chooses not to stifle her scoff. oh, and she hopes he feels elucidated. she hopes the oni's motivations were worth the trouble that's going to come of seeking them out. ]
Oh, will you, now. [ pressing a thumb into the hollow above one eye, massaging. she has dark undereye circles, which he may not be surprised by now that he knows what's lurking inside. ] Henry. Mister Creel. Listen to me. You and I? We are never doing this again.
[Oh, Ms Vaux. He could slip in anytime he wanted — he could do so now, if he didn’t think he’d pass out after a round two of rummaging around in memory.
But he just dabs at his nose.]
I didn’t mean this.
[Another willing memory dive. No, he’s not that hopeful.]
[ one brow arches, but she ultimately decides, nah, she's not going to Prestidigitate it clean, and she's not going to make it easy for him just because he takes a reasonable tone. he can wash it for her, and think about why he has to while he does it. she can only presume he is gearing up to leave her, now that she's riled up and angry with him, but before he goes, she has to make certain of one thing. ]
That was most invasive thing you could have done, Mister Creel. I hope you know that.
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Mm.
[He says, the sight of which (handkerchief pressed to his face) may dull his serious intonation.]
It does matter. She was restless, eager to get out. Something like that can only be a strain on you. So maybe I overstepped boundaries trying to understand her motivations -- I know it's not much of an excuse, but I'll make it up to you later.
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Oh, will you, now. [ pressing a thumb into the hollow above one eye, massaging. she has dark undereye circles, which he may not be surprised by now that he knows what's lurking inside. ] Henry. Mister Creel. Listen to me. You and I? We are never doing this again.
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But he just dabs at his nose.]
I didn’t mean this.
[Another willing memory dive. No, he’s not that hopeful.]
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But I do. How will you make up to me? Hm? Unpry? She knows your face now.
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[His nose seems to have stopped its bleeding, so he drops his hand and folds the handkerchief up, as though it were not spotted with blood.]
Like I said. I’ll make it up to you. And I’ll bring this back, too, without my blood on it.
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That was most invasive thing you could have done, Mister Creel. I hope you know that.
[ laughtrack.wav ]
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was not
but he will let her believe that.]
I won’t do it again.
[He stands, requiring a little more effort than usual, but manages without any incident.]
You probably want me out of your hair now. Good luck with the rest of your card.
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Another time, then.