["Something you would have wanted to know", he says, like its the most matter-of-fact thing in the world.]
[Vergilius doesn't say anything for a moment. Of course, he could've been one of the people Daan told. Which is fine, he supposes, he told the good doctor as such. But still, when this all happened suddenly, and there's already people like this making note of it as if its unavoidably seen as the color of blue in the sky, he feels all the more awkward for it.]
[He's never been an open person. Even to Daan, there's still things he's learning about being direct about his feelings. Here, its like a spotlight on his back, and he's trying in vain to not acknowledge it.]
[So he sighs, instead, which seems an all-around good reaction to most of his life at this point.]
...What do you think about us? Since it seems you're all in the know about it in some fashion.
[In the resigned tone of someone who is like "get it on, already".]
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["Something you would have wanted to know", he says, like its the most matter-of-fact thing in the world.]
[Vergilius doesn't say anything for a moment. Of course, he could've been one of the people Daan told. Which is fine, he supposes, he told the good doctor as such. But still, when this all happened suddenly, and there's already people like this making note of it as if its unavoidably seen as the color of blue in the sky, he feels all the more awkward for it.]
[He's never been an open person. Even to Daan, there's still things he's learning about being direct about his feelings. Here, its like a spotlight on his back, and he's trying in vain to not acknowledge it.]
[So he sighs, instead, which seems an all-around good reaction to most of his life at this point.]
...What do you think about us? Since it seems you're all in the know about it in some fashion.
[In the resigned tone of someone who is like "get it on, already".]