[ He knows those first words well enough--hadn't he told Emizel close to the same thing long ago when he'd been in the same position with another? And it had come from a place of experience, where Red knew he didn't want to blame that man, but neither look him in the eye. Not yet.
But still, Red doesn't expect what follows. The confession doesn't get him to look, but his head does shift, listening closer than he had, or trying over the sounds of his own lungs at work that still produces the odd hiccup in his throat. He's not calm, still the area surrounding him a little sour for his presence, but it's not what it was. ]
They need time. [ It's a soft response, a volume that keeps. ] It wasn't you that day... that matters just as much.
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But still, Red doesn't expect what follows. The confession doesn't get him to look, but his head does shift, listening closer than he had, or trying over the sounds of his own lungs at work that still produces the odd hiccup in his throat. He's not calm, still the area surrounding him a little sour for his presence, but it's not what it was. ]
They need time. [ It's a soft response, a volume that keeps. ] It wasn't you that day... that matters just as much.