( he doesn't need to answer that question in particular. not when staff has already has it covered.
he shakes his head lightly at her apology, dismissive. and then moves to take a seat, even if his feet don't entirely reach the floor at these steel tables. it's whatever.
there's a faint, hint of a whisper as he glances over his tray and then back at sophie, wordless. it congeals with the rest of him, crackles like static, and then disappears—the memory of eating with someone... someone important, who might have pushed him into inviting their new "friend" to the table.
shadow's mouth forms a thin line. he can't say it.
and so he turns back to his mush, using a utensil to dig into it as a distraction. )
no subject
he shakes his head lightly at her apology, dismissive. and then moves to take a seat, even if his feet don't entirely reach the floor at these steel tables. it's whatever.
there's a faint, hint of a whisper as he glances over his tray and then back at sophie, wordless. it congeals with the rest of him, crackles like static, and then disappears—the memory of eating with someone... someone important, who might have pushed him into inviting their new "friend" to the table.
shadow's mouth forms a thin line. he can't say it.
and so he turns back to his mush, using a utensil to dig into it as a distraction. )