The little greeting is met with a nervous chuckle - but it's a friendly one, this time, a little less scared. He looks back at Herbert, briefly...actually meeting his eyes.
And then looking away, like something he thought startled him.
"Mmhmm. It's...it's much better. Thank you." The scent of roses is filling the air, the grime from the muddy snow outside washing away to little more than a bad memory.
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Date: 2021-11-24 10:12 pm (UTC)And then looking away, like something he thought startled him.
"Mmhmm. It's...it's much better. Thank you." The scent of roses is filling the air, the grime from the muddy snow outside washing away to little more than a bad memory.