[Unfortunately, her pleased moment goes unnoticed, clouded by his weariness and an errant yawn. He shows no sign of letting go of her hand anytime soon, though, content to walk hand-in-hand on their way home from this half-sabotaged night.]
[Masking her next statements does catch his attention, though, and he turns to her with a puzzled, furrowed. He stumbles over one name as the other is revealed, and his hand in hers tightens instinctually and subconsciously. And he's got a look in his eye that can tell her he was already displeased with them even before she spoke.]
Ar-- What did Archie say to you? [Then; lower, darker, knowing,] What did Guzma say to you?
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[Masking her next statements does catch his attention, though, and he turns to her with a puzzled, furrowed. He stumbles over one name as the other is revealed, and his hand in hers tightens instinctually and subconsciously. And he's got a look in his eye that can tell her he was already displeased with them even before she spoke.]
Ar-- What did Archie say to you? [Then; lower, darker, knowing,] What did Guzma say to you?