002. and his shoes were pointy-toed. // open post.

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[iamvice]

[ It might have seemed, until that moment, that it was impossible to pour into a single glance all of the contempt, spite, grief, and rage that a man could have accumulated over a given time period. He's silent for a full minute, doing nothing but stare back at you, before he's turning away. He fetches his phone. ]

I'm not going to waste any more time on you.

[ A push of the button, and a portal right to the Dark Hour opens up. There's a light at the end of that path. You may be able to make out his office. ]

[larue]

[ And in that long, exceedingly tense minute, he doesn't look away. He's looking straight back at you all the way until you turn to fetch your phone and then his gaze drops, shoulders drooping as his bottom of of teeth catch on his upper lip.

He can see the office, well beyond the Hour. There's an ache in his chest that the sting his his gut can't hold a candle to. He can also feel the tight knot of the link that ties you two together. ( There was a time that he would avoid looking up, for fear of staring at people's clocks. It's different this time, as a Card, to see the Arcana -- vibrant and alive. He doesn't look this time; he knows the Link's reversed in that same instinctive feeling of one knowing that things aren't right. ) ]

I'm sorry, Jessie. [ He looks away; adds, softly: ] Safe trip back.