[ "Is it so obvious?" Maine arches an eyebrow slightly, a brief flicker of amusement crossing his expression. It's a subtle thing. A silent sort of, "Sure you want an answer?" Thankfully, she continues, and Maine doesn't have to dig into the emotions he didn't intend to feel.
(How can she stand feeling so anxious and lonely? Maine knows how he handles such things: he turns them into anger. How can she handle just … experiencing them?)
Maine gives a little hum of acknowledgment. Gestures to himself as he says, ]
Same.
[ — Well. Maybe. He presses his lips together for a moment, debating whether or not to elaborate. Finally decides he might as well. ]
no subject
(How can she stand feeling so anxious and lonely? Maine knows how he handles such things: he turns them into anger. How can she handle just … experiencing them?)
Maine gives a little hum of acknowledgment. Gestures to himself as he says, ]
Same.
[ — Well. Maybe. He presses his lips together for a moment, debating whether or not to elaborate. Finally decides he might as well. ]
Different place before this. Space station.