"Kind of you." Cyrus grins at Stephen's retreating back, and motions to the waiting Avox (who's followed them silently, sensing it'll be needed) to shut the door behind him as he goes. "I'll talk to you soon."
He stands in the hall a moment when Stephen is gone. The grin slides off his face, replaced by an expression both thoughtful and mildly troubled. The Avox moves past him, to return to its place. He ignores it.
After a long moment, he shakes his head and returns to the couch, letting himself take Stephen's place and put his feet back up. He pours wine for himself, without waiting for the Avox.
He'll spend the rest of his evening off trying not to think of work and finding himself thinking instead of Escorts; of I'm too smart to go against the Capitol; of a cuff. Reminding himself of all the reasons he has not to worry about it. Letting himself be comforted by what he knows of Stephen. Sleeping early, and alone.
A good night off, all in all, he has to conclude. Whatever they talk about, it's always good to see Stephen.
cool to end here if you are! c:
He stands in the hall a moment when Stephen is gone. The grin slides off his face, replaced by an expression both thoughtful and mildly troubled. The Avox moves past him, to return to its place. He ignores it.
After a long moment, he shakes his head and returns to the couch, letting himself take Stephen's place and put his feet back up. He pours wine for himself, without waiting for the Avox.
He'll spend the rest of his evening off trying not to think of work and finding himself thinking instead of Escorts; of I'm too smart to go against the Capitol; of a cuff. Reminding himself of all the reasons he has not to worry about it. Letting himself be comforted by what he knows of Stephen. Sleeping early, and alone.
A good night off, all in all, he has to conclude. Whatever they talk about, it's always good to see Stephen.