[His laugh is nice. It's a good accompaniment to her own unnatural sounds, and she appreciates the way it builds, louder once hers stops, covering for its absence. It's warm sounding, alive sounding.
She likes it.
Havoc sits down once she releases the second partly-full tin in to his hand, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers lacing together. Watching, happy to be watching at all.]
Is there a song for times like these... ?
[The music that had seemed to make him so happy. The happiness in others that made her remember how happiness was supposed to look and feel.]
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She likes it.
Havoc sits down once she releases the second partly-full tin in to his hand, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers lacing together. Watching, happy to be watching at all.]
Is there a song for times like these... ?
[The music that had seemed to make him so happy. The happiness in others that made her remember how happiness was supposed to look and feel.]