[ his hand slides away from gerard's once they're free of the dollhouse and flesh and blood once more, but he doesn't draw any further away. it's not often he's near people these days, except to feed his patron-- and he'll be feeding his patron until no soul is left on the planet. until jonah magnus's ugly world falls, until there's nothing left but oliver, and then only terminus, and then nothing.
he misses human company. he misses feeling alive, he thinks, although he's not sure he remembers what it was like.
he glances up, stilling at the smile. even before the apocalypse, people hadn't smiled at him much. he's eerie on his best days, terrifying on his worst. but gerard isn't like other people, either. ] .. Yes, [ he says at last, and his own mouth twitches upward in a slight return smile. ] At least, I could stand a cup of tea, I think.
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he misses human company. he misses feeling alive, he thinks, although he's not sure he remembers what it was like.
he glances up, stilling at the smile. even before the apocalypse, people hadn't smiled at him much. he's eerie on his best days, terrifying on his worst. but gerard isn't like other people, either. ] .. Yes, [ he says at last, and his own mouth twitches upward in a slight return smile. ] At least, I could stand a cup of tea, I think.