[On occasion, things had a tendency to get under his skin and claw their way out faster than he could sort it all out sensically, but he listened, even while speaking over and interrupting. That listening brought him up short, dousing his anger-- at least to an extent where he stopped and watched Zevran for several moments.
Now that he was close enough to take stock of the situation he began to notice subtler things. Hollows under his eyes, something not blank but empty to the quality of his eyes-- sharper cheekbones than he recalled. Though through that investigation his eyes alighted on the mug in question and it snapped him back from contemplating to action once more]
What would you do if it was me who died, came back, and didn't even say anything...?
[A considerably softer tone this time, because he began to ask himself if perhaps there was much more here than the eye could see]
...Also, drinking-- a sure-fire way to keep your head fuzzy.
[Which is added naturally, but with a soft, tired, amused and worried look to his expression-- surely complex, but there was a lot that was complex about this]
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Now that he was close enough to take stock of the situation he began to notice subtler things. Hollows under his eyes, something not blank but empty to the quality of his eyes-- sharper cheekbones than he recalled. Though through that investigation his eyes alighted on the mug in question and it snapped him back from contemplating to action once more]
What would you do if it was me who died, came back, and didn't even say anything...?
[A considerably softer tone this time, because he began to ask himself if perhaps there was much more here than the eye could see]
...Also, drinking-- a sure-fire way to keep your head fuzzy.
[Which is added naturally, but with a soft, tired, amused and worried look to his expression-- surely complex, but there was a lot that was complex about this]