[Jon only stays about half a step back, wanting to let Algric have at least a moment with her to say hello.
But that greeting...
He steps up to stand next to Algric proper. Doesn't interrupt, but something about that has him on edge. But it's the immediate change in Algric's posture that gets him. Looking up at him and seeing what he's on the edge of.
He can almost hear his own frustrated, clipped words right back at him from a year or so ago. Christ.
He steps a little closer, leaning forward a little in an almost-bow and a facsimile of a smile.]
My apologies, Ms. Blackwood. I wanted to meet you.
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Date: 2020-09-17 11:36 pm (UTC)But that greeting...
He steps up to stand next to Algric proper. Doesn't interrupt, but something about that has him on edge. But it's the immediate change in Algric's posture that gets him. Looking up at him and seeing what he's on the edge of.
He can almost hear his own frustrated, clipped words right back at him from a year or so ago. Christ.
He steps a little closer, leaning forward a little in an almost-bow and a facsimile of a smile.]
My apologies, Ms. Blackwood. I wanted to meet you.