"The absence of something," he clarifies, not looking at the tile that once had the word 'stupid' scribbled on it, over the start of some other thought. He doesn't remember all of the things he's written, but that one was always in easy sight.
But Phalanx isn't reading his every inner thought--not quite--so he takes this chance to start moving things along. No use dwelling, no point in giving him more to look at.
"I did just clean," he admits, reaching over to tug Phalanx's hood away from his head.
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"The absence of something," he clarifies, not looking at the tile that once had the word 'stupid' scribbled on it, over the start of some other thought. He doesn't remember all of the things he's written, but that one was always in easy sight.
But Phalanx isn't reading his every inner thought--not quite--so he takes this chance to start moving things along. No use dwelling, no point in giving him more to look at.
"I did just clean," he admits, reaching over to tug Phalanx's hood away from his head.