He doesn't think she'd have asked otherwise. And as unseen fingers coyly ghost his shoulder in a way he's still unused to, his skin prickling under his shirt, he can't help but be slightly on edge. It doesn't feel like a casual, harmless question like the ones that came before it either, not in the company of cameras. At worst, she might be trying to back him into a corner and watch him squirm -- and every restless thought that crops up only feeds that ever-present wariness he has towards strangers.
"S'one a' those things that sounds great in theory..." He meets her gaze, his expression neutral for the moment as the ski lodge flashes through his memory and he remembers strugglingly making the choice to bite back the truth from Walter and assume a pragmatic position out of fear for Nick's life. But then he tilts his head in a sort of rueful half-shrug, cracking a grin. It's a no less careful play, meant mostly to gauge her reaction. "...But you tell your mom her casserole looks like somethin’ run over an' she'll tan your hide good, don' matter how old you are.”
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He doesn't think she'd have asked otherwise. And as unseen fingers coyly ghost his shoulder in a way he's still unused to, his skin prickling under his shirt, he can't help but be slightly on edge. It doesn't feel like a casual, harmless question like the ones that came before it either, not in the company of cameras. At worst, she might be trying to back him into a corner and watch him squirm -- and every restless thought that crops up only feeds that ever-present wariness he has towards strangers.
"S'one a' those things that sounds great in theory..." He meets her gaze, his expression neutral for the moment as the ski lodge flashes through his memory and he remembers strugglingly making the choice to bite back the truth from Walter and assume a pragmatic position out of fear for Nick's life. But then he tilts his head in a sort of rueful half-shrug, cracking a grin. It's a no less careful play, meant mostly to gauge her reaction. "...But you tell your mom her casserole looks like somethin’ run over an' she'll tan your hide good, don' matter how old you are.”