[ cassian does, of course, understand what vash is asking. he does, of course, notice the dismay that unfurls through communion and across vash's face. and where vash leans closer, cassian straightens fractionally. the motion is casual, calm, as if the space it opens between him and other man has nothing to do it. his expression is neutral; his tone, the sense of him, is brisk. ]
You look like shit.
[ is why he's offering, punctuated by a brief lift of his eyebrows. what an honest misunderstanding this is, claims the straight-faced liar. ]
no subject
You look like shit.
[ is why he's offering, punctuated by a brief lift of his eyebrows. what an honest misunderstanding this is, claims the straight-faced liar. ]