Tidus's eyes lift to see Connor, caught unaware, expression lightening some for it. But his folded arms and hunched shoulders keep as he shuffles on into the room, the uncomfortable sense of not belonging following him from the streets into the office, down into the seat.
He looks between them, his feet tapping occasionally. Connor's words and gestures being met with his expression re-souring. ]
I understood you better in the pool.
[ Which he shares with a mirthless scoff. Great. This was worse than when he first met with the Al Bhed.
Tidus regards Hank though as he starts to pick up things, his blank stare dipping into puzzlement as he tries to figure out what Hank is trying to achieve. Why would he start picking stuff up and...
Oh.
His eyes lift once more. Arms unfolding, he brings a finger to point to each one. ]
no subject
Tidus's eyes lift to see Connor, caught unaware, expression lightening some for it. But his folded arms and hunched shoulders keep as he shuffles on into the room, the uncomfortable sense of not belonging following him from the streets into the office, down into the seat.
He looks between them, his feet tapping occasionally. Connor's words and gestures being met with his expression re-souring. ]
I understood you better in the pool.
[ Which he shares with a mirthless scoff. Great. This was worse than when he first met with the Al Bhed.
Tidus regards Hank though as he starts to pick up things, his blank stare dipping into puzzlement as he tries to figure out what Hank is trying to achieve. Why would he start picking stuff up and...
Oh.
His eyes lift once more. Arms unfolding, he brings a finger to point to each one. ]
Coffee, book, desk. [ ... ] Table?
[ A glance between the two. ]
Do you still know what I'm saying?
[ He means the both of them. ]