[he would normally be somewhere in the range of unease in the face of cypress' insinuations and judgment but alas he actually has no idea what she's implying. well, of course she knows. she's supposed to know. he stares at her blankly as she leans over, wondering what exactly he missed that she would be employing the you done fucked up tactics]
Sorry? [he screws his face up in confusion, fishing for whatever she wants to hear. he's been raised with psychopaths he's pretty used to apologizing first and asking why later]
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Sorry? [he screws his face up in confusion, fishing for whatever she wants to hear. he's been raised with psychopaths he's pretty used to apologizing first and asking why later]