subject identified: offairytales
It was only a second, possibly one and a quarter. He had barely looked up from his work and already he was averting his gaze again, seemingly appalled - if only evident from the way, the subtle, yet unmistakable way he was pulling down the corner of his mouth, just slightly. There was no way on earth anyone could ever misconstrue this as a man being pleased to see his brother. “Polyester? Really?”
It still remains a true conundrum how Richard can be invisible be at times he wished he could control, but they slip like water through his fingers and as quickly as they retaliate, he wishes the new-found exposure could meet its sweet demise. Even faced with fleeting glances - he would still consider them daggers hurled in the vague relativity of his position, as it is too laborious an effort to fully greet him with a more lasting glimpse - his presence is taken in completely. As it is customary, he doesn’t make any attempt to close the distance.
‘———How - How do you mean?’