[ Cordial and cheerful, he carries on his side of the conversation like the seasoned professional he is. And though his eyesight seems to be aimlessly in the air, he's watching her from the corner of his vision, the way she picks at the blanket at him, how she's both recoiling and drawing nearer to the voice on the other end.
When it's over, his thumb swipes over the screen, dismissing the call. Lavi chuckles softly, leaning towards her to nudge at her with his blanket-shrouded shoulder.
She's relieved, he can tell that much, but... there's something else. Something he can't quite put his finger on by simple virtue of never having had a relationship like a parent. Mentors, sure, but a parent?
Bookmen aren't raised with those kind of attachments. ]
No problem. He sounds like a--
[ Maybe don't call Kate's father a dick, though-- ]
--an interesting person to grow up around. Do you feel a little better, at least?
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When it's over, his thumb swipes over the screen, dismissing the call. Lavi chuckles softly, leaning towards her to nudge at her with his blanket-shrouded shoulder.
She's relieved, he can tell that much, but... there's something else. Something he can't quite put his finger on by simple virtue of never having had a relationship like a parent. Mentors, sure, but a parent?
Bookmen aren't raised with those kind of attachments. ]
No problem. He sounds like a--
[ Maybe don't call Kate's father a dick, though-- ]
--an interesting person to grow up around. Do you feel a little better, at least?