[There is a subtle shift in Richard's expression, as there is a slight tension on his lips and twitch of fingers. It seems like Silco is taking his invitation in the wrong way, seeing it as more of display of arrogance than anything else. There was a shy spike of frustration pressing quietly back of his mind as he found his gesture to be misunderstood again, highlighting the differences between him and the rest of peopl in this world. Silco included.
If things were any different between them Richard supposes he could share the sentiment as those 'most' that Silco describes. He recognizes the potential and silent strength of the man, knowing that he would make a dangerous and remarkable enemy. Not someone to be taken lightly, at all. But in this world? No. Richard had not seen any reason for him to be fearful of the man and his power, not even when he had offered his secret and trust to him on a silver platter.
There is.. something very familiar in Silco's words. Tugging at painful feeling that he had tried to destroy with all his might. But there it was again, threatening to bring about yet another cursed memory.
"The person I like is you. Just as you are." Those damned blue eyes looking at him with all the love and gentleness of the world, seeing nothing but him on that moment. Henry had, also, once tried to get words out of him -- carefully luring him into the daylight from his dark hiding place.
Richard licks his lips and swallows air, looking up at Silco's eyes.]
And.. And what if I have nothing to say? [Not entirely true most of the times. In fact, it usually it was the opposite with Joan and other voices preoccupying his mind and thoughts. Leaving him to struggle through demons and their whispers as he tried to find the path out of the maze that is his own, fragmented mind.]
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If things were any different between them Richard supposes he could share the sentiment as those 'most' that Silco describes. He recognizes the potential and silent strength of the man, knowing that he would make a dangerous and remarkable enemy. Not someone to be taken lightly, at all. But in this world? No. Richard had not seen any reason for him to be fearful of the man and his power, not even when he had offered his secret and trust to him on a silver platter.
There is.. something very familiar in Silco's words. Tugging at painful feeling that he had tried to destroy with all his might. But there it was again, threatening to bring about yet another cursed memory.
"The person I like is you. Just as you are." Those damned blue eyes looking at him with all the love and gentleness of the world, seeing nothing but him on that moment. Henry had, also, once tried to get words out of him -- carefully luring him into the daylight from his dark hiding place.
Richard licks his lips and swallows air, looking up at Silco's eyes.]
And.. And what if I have nothing to say? [Not entirely true most of the times. In fact, it usually it was the opposite with Joan and other voices preoccupying his mind and thoughts. Leaving him to struggle through demons and their whispers as he tried to find the path out of the maze that is his own, fragmented mind.]