"You know how much I hate to do anything without full weight of support behind me."
There had been dozens of things he had run into half-cocked, of course, since arriving on the Deck. For all the calm calculation of a stereotypical Diamond suited him, there had always been the impulsive brashness of a Club lingering just beneath the placid surface.
It had made listening to Rachel that much easier, perhaps, to feel that piece of him so deeply understood.
And it meant, for all he was clearly (to Rachel, at any rate) chaffing against the stillness, that he was actually, properly listening.
"And I imagine you're going to rap me on the knuckles and send me home instead."
...NO. never. .___.
There had been dozens of things he had run into half-cocked, of course, since arriving on the Deck. For all the calm calculation of a stereotypical Diamond suited him, there had always been the impulsive brashness of a Club lingering just beneath the placid surface.
It had made listening to Rachel that much easier, perhaps, to feel that piece of him so deeply understood.
And it meant, for all he was clearly (to Rachel, at any rate) chaffing against the stillness, that he was actually, properly listening.
"And I imagine you're going to rap me on the knuckles and send me home instead."