jerks out of reach, steps back, one and two and three, shying away like a colt badly broken, a spooking child --
only he isn't, is he.
at his sides, his hands still again. it's a moment more before he recovers enough to make his smile steady again, but that, at least, is the sort of habit Vincent's used to overriding. his brows twitch, but he breathes his laughter in a little exhale. his hands slacken and he stands his ground, and his eyes never stray from Jack quite enough. ]
You aren't really surprised, are you? It is a strange sort of place!
are you calling me predictable. :(
jerks out of reach, steps back, one and two and three, shying away like a colt badly broken, a spooking child --
only he isn't, is he.
at his sides, his hands still again. it's a moment more before he recovers enough to make his smile steady again, but that, at least, is the sort of habit Vincent's used to overriding. his brows twitch, but he breathes his laughter in a little exhale. his hands slacken and he stands his ground, and his eyes never stray from Jack quite enough. ]
You aren't really surprised, are you? It is a strange sort of place!