[No, he shouldn’t. In a perfect world, there would be no need for anything like damage control within a group whose goals should remain the same — to keep everyone safe, to keep them whole, to have them push forward in the same direction towards the same set of goals. But people are messy, and in their differences they say things that turn into arguments, that sting and burn and threaten to throw cooperation out the window. Splinters sinking in between bonds to pry them apart.
And yet that doesn’t even seem to be the sticking point; Markus was right, it wasn’t the reason why Connor wanted to meet him, abruptly, and have a conversation for reasons that appear worrisome when coupled with a preamble like that.
Markus shifts to angle himself to look at Connor, brow knit in concerned curiosity, eyes skating of his features as if he could pry forth clues to inform him of what this may be about. He can’t, not quite, but—]
Because they’re hard to say, or you didn’t think I would wish to hear them?
[There’s a difference, however slight, in that. Inversely, it could be both, which would make this seem even more ominous and serious than Connor is already making it out to be. Yet Markus adopts the stillness of an android, waiting patiently for an answer, ready to hear it — telling himself that apprehension has no place here.]
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And yet that doesn’t even seem to be the sticking point; Markus was right, it wasn’t the reason why Connor wanted to meet him, abruptly, and have a conversation for reasons that appear worrisome when coupled with a preamble like that.
Markus shifts to angle himself to look at Connor, brow knit in concerned curiosity, eyes skating of his features as if he could pry forth clues to inform him of what this may be about. He can’t, not quite, but—]
Because they’re hard to say, or you didn’t think I would wish to hear them?
[There’s a difference, however slight, in that. Inversely, it could be both, which would make this seem even more ominous and serious than Connor is already making it out to be. Yet Markus adopts the stillness of an android, waiting patiently for an answer, ready to hear it — telling himself that apprehension has no place here.]