“No,” Silas agrees, posture as starch stiff as the pop of his collar. Clearly he is not.
The addition of his last name in particular coaxes a sigh out of him, seems to break some invisible bubble of tension. Ellis is the very portrait of a human doing its best. He has a weary beat to reflect on that while he’s still held.
“Safe travels,” he says, once he’s free. Earnest, in his way. A little curt -- a splinter of unspoken warning against the weight of guilt sure to press down should he renege on his various assurances of taking great care, returning in one piece, returning at all, and so on. He does not ask Ellis to swear.
His turn to exit is inevitable and direct without hurry.
It’s early in the day and there is work for him to do.
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The addition of his last name in particular coaxes a sigh out of him, seems to break some invisible bubble of tension. Ellis is the very portrait of a human doing its best. He has a weary beat to reflect on that while he’s still held.
“Safe travels,” he says, once he’s free. Earnest, in his way. A little curt -- a splinter of unspoken warning against the weight of guilt sure to press down should he renege on his various assurances of taking great care, returning in one piece, returning at all, and so on. He does not ask Ellis to swear.
His turn to exit is inevitable and direct without hurry.
It’s early in the day and there is work for him to do.