[ He was married once— still is, he supposes, though the wedding ring around his neck, tucked under his shirt, seems more like a weight than a connection. He almost says something to that effect, that Oona shouldn't do that to someone unless she really loves them!! But he also thinks about how it might be better not to think about things like that, that it's fine this way, that his wife is happier now. Without him. Free. If she even still exists at all. (That hurts again, a familiar dullness.)
So he doesn't say anything, swallows it back. Lets Oona tug his hand back from his face, and sighs again. ]
...Don't make guarantees you don't intend to keep. I'll call you out on them.
[ About making him uncomfortable, which she hasn't done so much as... well. Kind of wormed his way through his barriers, which actually isn't terribly difficult unless you're a direct subordinate or someone who may or may not die in the near future. He would be far harsher, in that case.
Offhandedly, he reaches out and pushes some hair out of Oona's face. Excuse him for looking away as he does, he's awkward. ]
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So he doesn't say anything, swallows it back. Lets Oona tug his hand back from his face, and sighs again. ]
...Don't make guarantees you don't intend to keep. I'll call you out on them.
[ About making him uncomfortable, which she hasn't done so much as... well. Kind of wormed his way through his barriers, which actually isn't terribly difficult unless you're a direct subordinate or someone who may or may not die in the near future. He would be far harsher, in that case.
Offhandedly, he reaches out and pushes some hair out of Oona's face. Excuse him for looking away as he does, he's awkward. ]