The sun is harsher than the last time they were here, walking at a slower pace down the same gently curving path. Markus hooks a thumb into a pocket as they walk, a misleadingly casual gesture that doesn’t reflect at all how he feels — but this android, forever cognizant of the perception of others, doesn’t allow himself to fidget, or for anxiety to twist itself up on his features. Only a straight back, a steady gait, and a tone of voice that’s adopted something even, stern, but still allowing for worry.
Bar fight. Hostage situation. And a conflict with a friend over heated difference of opinion (over what they were here to talk about, at that).
The latter sounds painfully familiar.]
I’m sorry to hear it, and I hope that you do manage to... heal the relationship between the two of you.
[Ah, the question is reflected in turn, and Markus’ jaw tightens.]
To begin with? A fight with Connor. Over points of contention regarding the situation between ourselves back home. You can blame the sickness for that.
[Vague? Maybe. But he feels justified in allowing it for himself, if just for now.]
Afterwards, my mood was less than flattering. It didn’t take much for me to find myself in other altercations without much provocation.
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The sun is harsher than the last time they were here, walking at a slower pace down the same gently curving path. Markus hooks a thumb into a pocket as they walk, a misleadingly casual gesture that doesn’t reflect at all how he feels — but this android, forever cognizant of the perception of others, doesn’t allow himself to fidget, or for anxiety to twist itself up on his features. Only a straight back, a steady gait, and a tone of voice that’s adopted something even, stern, but still allowing for worry.
Bar fight. Hostage situation. And a conflict with a friend over heated difference of opinion (over what they were here to talk about, at that).
The latter sounds painfully familiar.]
I’m sorry to hear it, and I hope that you do manage to... heal the relationship between the two of you.
[Ah, the question is reflected in turn, and Markus’ jaw tightens.]
To begin with? A fight with Connor. Over points of contention regarding the situation between ourselves back home. You can blame the sickness for that.
[Vague? Maybe. But he feels justified in allowing it for himself, if just for now.]
Afterwards, my mood was less than flattering. It didn’t take much for me to find myself in other altercations without much provocation.