He says his name between relief and surprise, and - fortunately - recognition. Moving his hand away from his forehead, ruffling it through his hair as he leans back, a mixed expression between a sheepish grimace twisting on his face.
"I think I went a wrong way somewhere-- might've looked at that sky for too long." Haha- "Were we supposed to meet up? My head's a mess!"
He's trying to downplay it, the confusion, the hint of apprehension that holds his features in place. The hand on the table that can't keep still; curling, uncurling, resting knuckles against its surface.
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He says his name between relief and surprise, and - fortunately - recognition. Moving his hand away from his forehead, ruffling it through his hair as he leans back, a mixed expression between a sheepish grimace twisting on his face.
"I think I went a wrong way somewhere-- might've looked at that sky for too long." Haha- "Were we supposed to meet up? My head's a mess!"
He's trying to downplay it, the confusion, the hint of apprehension that holds his features in place. The hand on the table that can't keep still; curling, uncurling, resting knuckles against its surface.