[ He listens. Attentive, absorbing, memorizing as always, picking and pulling apart -- but there's something different in the way he listens to this. Something quieter, softer. When Byerly's done, he waits, just to make sure there's nothing more he wants to say.
A quiet sound. His eyes closing briefly, but he opens them again to look at Byerly, when he answers. ]
I understand how that feels.
[ To an extent, at least. He doesn't have the extended family of references, no, but Byerly has never been there, either, and Wash has. The inevitability of it. The dread, the fear. He understands that. And Byerly can take and leave that how he pleases. ]
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A quiet sound. His eyes closing briefly, but he opens them again to look at Byerly, when he answers. ]
I understand how that feels.
[ To an extent, at least. He doesn't have the extended family of references, no, but Byerly has never been there, either, and Wash has. The inevitability of it. The dread, the fear. He understands that. And Byerly can take and leave that how he pleases. ]