The lecturing tone of her first words causes a sigh, but it catches when she shakes her head, arguing with her own sigh. Maybe she's exasperated with him. He really can't blame her. He'd been restless since he'd gotten sick the month before - with something truly nasty in every way. The regret and anxiousness and the need to be looked after had eaten up his patience quickly.
Already feeling thin from that, the disturbing disappearances aggravate a condition that hasn't yet had time to fully heal itself. "No," he answers, honestly, his eyes now darting up and down the length of Rukia in her pajamas, hair not dried. It's plain she's planned on going to bed soon after finishing her game.
"Nothing specific. I'm just ... feeling like I need to go out again. Look around, or something. I haven't left the building since I got back from class." And somehow, that feels like a waste. Even though, rationally, he knows there's not much more he could be doing.
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Date: 2012-10-18 03:05 am (UTC)Already feeling thin from that, the disturbing disappearances aggravate a condition that hasn't yet had time to fully heal itself. "No," he answers, honestly, his eyes now darting up and down the length of Rukia in her pajamas, hair not dried. It's plain she's planned on going to bed soon after finishing her game.
"Nothing specific. I'm just ... feeling like I need to go out again. Look around, or something. I haven't left the building since I got back from class." And somehow, that feels like a waste. Even though, rationally, he knows there's not much more he could be doing.