[His arm tightened around Richard's waist as the younger man's fingers gripped his shoulder, but the tension remained obvious based on Richard's gritted expression. He thought that the younger man was about to slide into a panic attack or perhaps take a swing at him as both were spectrums that could come from such an expression.
He didn't know who Henry the Sixth was, but the way that Richard spoke of the man left little room to investigate why the man was mad or why he created such a visceral reaction in Richard. However, there was someone who could potentially answer that question and provide insight to this figure who plagued the younger man so. Why would Richard never wish to be like him? Was it the madness?]
His memory plagues you like a thorn in your mind. [He had someone like that, though that visceral reaction had faded over the years.
Silco didn't fight to keep their physical closeness, releasing Richard and watched the younger man turn away from him. Someone had once told him that secrets would fracture any closeness he might ever attempt; he didn't even recall who after all these years. He'd probably killed them. Yet, the distance felt far larger than it was in reality, and he felt himself pulling back in a subtle protective gesture in return.
He pushed a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back towards his skull as he stepped further under the water to wash quickly. He hummed softly at the question.]
Our options are to keep this between us longer and risk her making stronger attempts to find us together to verify her claims, or we admit and attempt controlling the narrative that way. Both come with risks. [He spoke as a man weighing a tactical decision.] Or... we cease this liaison, and she will leave you alone where I'm concerned.
[Which he knew Jinx wanted potentially more than an admittance from them both. He wasn't certain selfishness would allow him to do that, but if Richard was under considerable pressure and concern about said secrets, he would understand the unwillingness to take risk.]
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He didn't know who Henry the Sixth was, but the way that Richard spoke of the man left little room to investigate why the man was mad or why he created such a visceral reaction in Richard. However, there was someone who could potentially answer that question and provide insight to this figure who plagued the younger man so. Why would Richard never wish to be like him? Was it the madness?]
His memory plagues you like a thorn in your mind. [He had someone like that, though that visceral reaction had faded over the years.
Silco didn't fight to keep their physical closeness, releasing Richard and watched the younger man turn away from him. Someone had once told him that secrets would fracture any closeness he might ever attempt; he didn't even recall who after all these years. He'd probably killed them. Yet, the distance felt far larger than it was in reality, and he felt himself pulling back in a subtle protective gesture in return.
He pushed a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back towards his skull as he stepped further under the water to wash quickly. He hummed softly at the question.]
Our options are to keep this between us longer and risk her making stronger attempts to find us together to verify her claims, or we admit and attempt controlling the narrative that way. Both come with risks. [He spoke as a man weighing a tactical decision.] Or... we cease this liaison, and she will leave you alone where I'm concerned.
[Which he knew Jinx wanted potentially more than an admittance from them both. He wasn't certain selfishness would allow him to do that, but if Richard was under considerable pressure and concern about said secrets, he would understand the unwillingness to take risk.]