[Whelp nevermind the traffic jam in his head turned into a car crash and he just makes an undignified sound in the back of his throat, gaze bouncing between his hand and Emet's face and--]
-- Understood.
[He refuses to look at either Hansa or Alex so he'll just. Meet eyes with the ceiling for now]
no subject
-- Understood.
[He refuses to look at either Hansa or Alex so he'll just. Meet eyes with the ceiling for now]
no subject
[he gets a little smirk, there.]