The longer August goes on, the more Lutha leans into his own hand, running it across his mouth to hide his expression until he's just numbly staring a hole through the rock table like that might somehow set the table on fire.
It's fine.
He doesn't bother answering that one. But he'll at least tear his eyes off the table and back up to August, barely gesturing with a tilt of his head.
Just pull the third one on him. He doesn't need to dwell on that stab in the gut any further.]
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The longer August goes on, the more Lutha leans into his own hand, running it across his mouth to hide his expression until he's just numbly staring a hole through the rock table like that might somehow set the table on fire.
It's fine.
He doesn't bother answering that one. But he'll at least tear his eyes off the table and back up to August, barely gesturing with a tilt of his head.
Just pull the third one on him. He doesn't need to dwell on that stab in the gut any further.]