Little nudges like a psychic sheep dog. It's interesting. A silent interrogation, carefully moving a person's whole mental state around to find the answer being shielded. There's a keen familiarity in it. Conversational fencing is similar.
Armand accused Daniel's work of being no different than killing. The connection is instantaneous, a tiny, clear spark of a reveal. Oh.
"You're the boss, boss."
Motherfucker. There's a ruefulness in his voice. No mind-reading, but he wonders if Armand will connect what he's connected, or if he's too out of practice to regular-read. He gets up when his maker does, and walks with him, to—? Who's leading, here, what's the lure?
no subject
Armand accused Daniel's work of being no different than killing. The connection is instantaneous, a tiny, clear spark of a reveal. Oh.
"You're the boss, boss."
Motherfucker. There's a ruefulness in his voice. No mind-reading, but he wonders if Armand will connect what he's connected, or if he's too out of practice to regular-read. He gets up when his maker does, and walks with him, to—? Who's leading, here, what's the lure?