[Hinata's as easy to read as an open book. He's earnest, honest. It reminds him a little of someone he knows, and it's why he bears the look he's given with a learned patience. Guy doesn't look away. There's a pallor to his face that hasn't left, a slight stiffness to his movements as he takes out a jerky that indicates he hasn't fully recovered from the ordeal.
He wasn't lying about being hungry. Guy bites off a chunk, chews slowly before swallowing. Their surroundings is taut with nervous energy and activity. But he focuses on the boy before him, blocking out all distractions.]
Yeah? There were a lot of people. [He keeps his tone conversational, though the cheerfulness he'd usually have is gone. This isn't something you can sweep under the rug and apologize for later. He bites down on his jerky, worries away another portion.]
We're damned lucky we have the medical staff. [That their healers weren't barred from helping them.]
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He wasn't lying about being hungry. Guy bites off a chunk, chews slowly before swallowing. Their surroundings is taut with nervous energy and activity. But he focuses on the boy before him, blocking out all distractions.]
Yeah? There were a lot of people. [He keeps his tone conversational, though the cheerfulness he'd usually have is gone. This isn't something you can sweep under the rug and apologize for later. He bites down on his jerky, worries away another portion.]
We're damned lucky we have the medical staff. [That their healers weren't barred from helping them.]