[It's not a gesture he's ever seen used in this kind of context before-- guns are used for threats, not...whatever this is, and already his head is canting slightly to the side even before that odd little pause, the moment of overt confusion written on his superior's face. His brows furrow, just a bit, and almost he asks if the other man is all right, if there's something wrong--
--but then there's the quiet laughter, the familiar sight of him self-consciously running a hand through his hair, and Giovanni shrugs it off, chalks it up to further eccentricity and, perhaps, a signifier of the kind of strain his sometimes-boss is currently labouring under. The threat of violence hanging over him in the wake of the riots, the revoked accords.
Vaguely, he smiles.]
I understand S-- ...Rhys. And your understanding of my situation is, in turn, appreciated.
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--but then there's the quiet laughter, the familiar sight of him self-consciously running a hand through his hair, and Giovanni shrugs it off, chalks it up to further eccentricity and, perhaps, a signifier of the kind of strain his sometimes-boss is currently labouring under. The threat of violence hanging over him in the wake of the riots, the revoked accords.
Vaguely, he smiles.]
I understand S-- ...Rhys. And your understanding of my situation is, in turn, appreciated.