[ as the others file out of the room, andyr paces around, looking over mikal's things and the various notes for strategy and planning, touching things here and there, because he's like a child in a fabric store. ]
Attention. What else do I ever want? [ he shoots a smirk to him, and it's not just that, really. that's just the easier, less emotionally costing thing to say. company. a friend. mikal. he's right, in that the clock is ticking, and andyr knows he won't have him forever. ]
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Attention. What else do I ever want? [ he shoots a smirk to him, and it's not just that, really. that's just the easier, less emotionally costing thing to say. company. a friend. mikal. he's right, in that the clock is ticking, and andyr knows he won't have him forever. ]