[He knows how well they fit. A little too well for comfort when the other person whose contours he knows as closely is taking a very long time to come back and tell him she's joking. If he can just keep up the small talk with Cameron, as he did with Eden, let her think he's compliant...
If only he wasn't oddly compelled to comply.
If only she hadn't just cut off all possibility of smalltalk along with the rest of his powers of sentient verbal communication. It's the first time he's heard that. From anyone. In years. At least the marriage proposal seemed ridiculous enough to laugh off. This.
It's just impossible. She's voided whatever game he was trying to play to get through this, the look he gives her in return for a moment too open and unguarded to hide the vulnerability behind the shock.]
No, you don't. You're cursed and you don't know what the hell you're talking about.
[His tone, still belied by his stare, grows almost petulant.]
If you were in your right mind, you'd kill me for taking you at your word.
[break on through to the other side]
If only he wasn't oddly compelled to comply.
If only she hadn't just cut off all possibility of smalltalk along with the rest of his powers of sentient verbal communication. It's the first time he's heard that. From anyone. In years. At least the marriage proposal seemed ridiculous enough to laugh off. This.
It's just impossible. She's voided whatever game he was trying to play to get through this, the look he gives her in return for a moment too open and unguarded to hide the vulnerability behind the shock.]
No, you don't. You're cursed and you don't know what the hell you're talking about.
[His tone, still belied by his stare, grows almost petulant.]
If you were in your right mind, you'd kill me for taking you at your word.