Veritas was not usually the one to not comment with a toxic tongue , yet — digits of calculation found themselves buried within golden strands . Not a word , yet his actions spoke for themselves. He watched as the gambler tried the meal , cranium leaning to -
Sitting down with no protest, though he looked very sad as he reached for the food. Having survive on rations for a long while but time was distorted as well.
"I'm sorry, really. This time was out of my control."
« Is that not what constantly happens, after all?»
Vicarious sigh , a gesture implied that the negotiator shall sit close to him, in front of a few warm food dishes.
« Eat , the we will discuss about your recklessness and inconsistency. »
“ How much are you willing to bet?”
( growing quite comfortable with the warmth his head provided , the male stroked through ash blonde strands , occasionally massaging cranium . )
“ I set my own boundaries . So question me about it next time . “
〝 name your price. 〞
He was comfortable just playing there honestly, but he did scoot up enough to lay his head upon the professor's lap.
〝 didn't want to overstep.. thank you, doc~ 〞
« Yeah, you do. »
( the well—anticipated sarcasm was still caustic, slender digits now ran through soft blonde strands— stroking scalp while the other arm had acquired his book, crimsons focusing on the words.)
« put your head on my lap. It’s more comfortable. »
( pale crimson hues analysed his behaviour, taking in the hint of embarrassment. with half a smirk, he took a quick sip of his wine. )
“ you really despise being alone, don’t you?
Aw man... he didn't expect questions.
Looking away, almost embarrassed.
〝 can I not want to hang out with my fri- colleague during my break hour? 〞 nailed it.