[He's about to reach out for the tea but freezes when Arthur hits the proverbial nail on the head so accurately, slowly withdrawing his hand without picking it up. The tension that had started to seep out of him snaps back in full force.
Ah. Nope. Don't like that.]
Yeah. [Alexei leans against the arm of the couch, propping his head on his hand.]
no subject
Ah. Nope. Don't like that.]
Yeah. [Alexei leans against the arm of the couch, propping his head on his hand.]
Guess it'd do that.