[ he takes it, everything q has to say without complaint, all his jabs, his threats, his condescension. honestly, it kind of does something for him in a weird way, this snooty little man, humiliating him for no one to see. and isn't that worse, no audience, no one to act for, all just for him. too bad it doesn't really, but you know, it's the thought that counts.
his gaze draws sharp, something privately amused there before he does as he's told, closing his eyes but keeping his head tilted up, like somehow he might still be watching him from behind his eyelids. quietly, awaiting whatever would come next, ]
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his gaze draws sharp, something privately amused there before he does as he's told, closing his eyes but keeping his head tilted up, like somehow he might still be watching him from behind his eyelids. quietly, awaiting whatever would come next, ]
Yes, sir.