[ Said person who'd pointed D in Victor's direction, D might note, looks entirely unsurprised by this face reveal. In fact, he barely blinks an eye as Victor steps into the room, reacting with little more than a clench of the jaw and a hoarse exhale at what Aetos says. They're starting, then.
He pushes away from the wall he'd been leaning against, bootsoles thumping against the ground as he steps forth to where D is, coming to a halt a half-step behind and to D's side -- the perfect position to grab at him and maneuver him as Aetos requests, if necessary. Though Gen makes no move to touch him, not yet. He instead stands with his hands resting at his sides for a moment before clasping them behind his back, bodyguard-style, where he can grasp hard at his own hand to vent a little tension.
In that psychic link between them, maybe D can feel the low simmer of unease and discontent prickling through Gen's mind, rasping at him like sandpaper. Though Gen's expression and the majority of his psyche radiate a grim determination, those dog ears of his are gently tilted back. ]
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He pushes away from the wall he'd been leaning against, bootsoles thumping against the ground as he steps forth to where D is, coming to a halt a half-step behind and to D's side -- the perfect position to grab at him and maneuver him as Aetos requests, if necessary. Though Gen makes no move to touch him, not yet. He instead stands with his hands resting at his sides for a moment before clasping them behind his back, bodyguard-style, where he can grasp hard at his own hand to vent a little tension.
In that psychic link between them, maybe D can feel the low simmer of unease and discontent prickling through Gen's mind, rasping at him like sandpaper. Though Gen's expression and the majority of his psyche radiate a grim determination, those dog ears of his are gently tilted back. ]