[Something in Darkleer seems to shatter just a bit, because the stiff set to his shoulders loses its bearing and his brows press upwards and together over his glasses. He's so desperately, pleadingly grateful, and he knows the brief bit of happiness they had with one another...]
[They will not get another chance like that for quite a while.]
Thank you.
[Quiet and small is his voice, as if it could sink into cracks and disappear.]
Video; private;
[They will not get another chance like that for quite a while.]
Thank you.
[Quiet and small is his voice, as if it could sink into cracks and disappear.]