[ Ah, shit. To anyone else that twitch of Armand's mouth might have been mistaken as a sign of annoyance, but Daniel has spent a decade at least learning the cause and true nature of every twitch in Armand's usually so immovable facade. Daniel knows when he's pissed, and this isn't it. Come to think of it, Armand hasn't blank-faced him once since he showed up -- if anything, he looks kind of.. sad?
A weight of anxiety suddenly drops in Daniel's stomach. Does something happen to them in the two years they're apart? Something Armand doesn't like, something he regrets? ]
... Alright, sorry.
[ He concedes, running a hand back through his hair in embarrassment. It feels great to argue with Armand right up until when it doesn't. He feels confident in his arguments and rightful in his resentment, and then he feels terrible for being such an asshole. It's the way things work between them now, the typical cycle... Daniel doesn't feel any better for the familiarity, though.
He reaches out, hand faltering before it allows him to brush back Armand's hair, and instead falls to the hem of his sweater. He gives it a tug. ]
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A weight of anxiety suddenly drops in Daniel's stomach. Does something happen to them in the two years they're apart? Something Armand doesn't like, something he regrets? ]
... Alright, sorry.
[ He concedes, running a hand back through his hair in embarrassment. It feels great to argue with Armand right up until when it doesn't. He feels confident in his arguments and rightful in his resentment, and then he feels terrible for being such an asshole. It's the way things work between them now, the typical cycle... Daniel doesn't feel any better for the familiarity, though.
He reaches out, hand faltering before it allows him to brush back Armand's hair, and instead falls to the hem of his sweater. He gives it a tug. ]
... Still stealing my clothes in the future, huh?