Open Post 002

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[motherofnemesis]

She looks back up almost as soon as he starts talking, watching with her head slightly tilted and then almost as soon as he lies (because that was a lie, she's almost positive) her hands taken away from her keyboards and folded flat on the table in front of her.

"She's alive for the moment." A confirmation, casual, waiting to determine how to get at what it is that he's not saying. "Laying low. She has to be careful, they know they have a leak."

They all have to be careful. There's only a few ways to stay truly safe, and none of them are foolproof.

"What sort of busy day?" It would be a casual question, but she's not trying to pretend it is, back still very straight and arms still on the table in front of her, still and her focus on him instead of her work. She dislikes lying to people she considers allies, even in something as basic as manner, and he's not an exception to that rule.

[enigmaestro]

"Oh," began Edward. He cleared his throat, his eyes darting. He shifted on his feet, inundated by his own thoughts. She was watching him, he knew. She was analyzing him. He had so little weaponry against her right now, in this room. She was thinking of what to do with him.

She had to be.

"Is it relevant?" He glanced over at her again, this time keeping his gaze straight. "My day, I mean." There was a tightness in his chest, a gripping. Iron and cold and insatiable. He took a few breaths, his palms flat on the desk before him as he pretending to peruse a debriefing. It wasn't going to be enough to throw someone as apt as Max Gibson, he knew, but his effort was instinctive.

"I don't need to talk about it," he said. Breaking the glacier between them. "If that's what you mean. I haven't -- I haven't had a bad episode in a long while."

[motherofnemesis]

Avoidance was easy to understand. Wasn't it always? How often did any of them actually want to confront the things wrong within reach? They were always aiming for the higher causes. Maybe because they needed a distraction from themselves.

"I wouldn't know." She met his glance, kept her eyes on him still when he looked down again. "Is it?" A dare, in a way, for him to tell her the truth here.

Or perhaps dare wasn't quite the right word. A request, an attempt to show that she was willing to listen. They couldn't subsist on subterfuge forever - or they could, but it wasn't for the best.

And there it was - an opening up of something, if not much. Direct statements or not, it was harder these days to be certain of what he was saying. "Do you think it's getting better?"