"Good." And like that, Cyrus' shortness is gone, replaced again with the cat-who-got-the-cream smile he walked in with, this momentary problem resolved and behind him.
He steps closer, even, steps up beside Stephen and puts a hand on his shoulder, letting them survey the party together. They can see most of the rotunda from here, and glimpses of the gaudy Districts through the doors. He drops his voice to speak, quieter but more warmly than before.
"Hey," he says, "Even if it's not everything you wanted-- I'm proud of you." This is an intimate conversation, one meant just for them, that not even the cameras and microphones are meant to pick up. Cyrus is practiced at looking like he's saying something less important than he is in front of observers. "This is exactly what I meant, when I asked you to... make some changes. You're doing great."
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He steps closer, even, steps up beside Stephen and puts a hand on his shoulder, letting them survey the party together. They can see most of the rotunda from here, and glimpses of the gaudy Districts through the doors. He drops his voice to speak, quieter but more warmly than before.
"Hey," he says, "Even if it's not everything you wanted-- I'm proud of you." This is an intimate conversation, one meant just for them, that not even the cameras and microphones are meant to pick up. Cyrus is practiced at looking like he's saying something less important than he is in front of observers. "This is exactly what I meant, when I asked you to... make some changes. You're doing great."