It's not in his nature to pry. (Though Ellis is perhaps unavoidably adjacent to Wysteria, who has no such compunctions in her curiosity.) But bits and pieces filter through his awareness without much effort on his part.
The armor. The many dissenting, overlapping opinions. The sacrifice, and how it has sanctified him.
Ruadh is not here. In his stead, it's Ellis who frequently, inevitably gravitates into the workshop to simply be nearby. Not necessarily useful in the work, but present. Helpful if only to be a tangible reminder that food is necessary, and prompt Tony to take them both down in the elevator, out into the city, to acquire sandwiches.
The table in the deli is small, legs slightly uneven, everything gleaming metal and black formica tabletop nearly obscured with plates. Ellis is still edgy and uncomfortable moving through the world wholly unarmed. He's seated himself with his back to the wall out of ingrained, unthinking habit, not yet reaching for anything on the table as he watches Tony arrange the components of their meal in optimal alignment.
They're a long way from a cup of tea ferried up ten flights of stairs. Ellis has not said this, but it is on his mind too, as he plucks at the cashmere cuff of his sweater.
let me here.
It's not in his nature to pry. (Though Ellis is perhaps unavoidably adjacent to Wysteria, who has no such compunctions in her curiosity.) But bits and pieces filter through his awareness without much effort on his part.
The armor. The many dissenting, overlapping opinions. The sacrifice, and how it has sanctified him.
Ruadh is not here. In his stead, it's Ellis who frequently, inevitably gravitates into the workshop to simply be nearby. Not necessarily useful in the work, but present. Helpful if only to be a tangible reminder that food is necessary, and prompt Tony to take them both down in the elevator, out into the city, to acquire sandwiches.
The table in the deli is small, legs slightly uneven, everything gleaming metal and black formica tabletop nearly obscured with plates. Ellis is still edgy and uncomfortable moving through the world wholly unarmed. He's seated himself with his back to the wall out of ingrained, unthinking habit, not yet reaching for anything on the table as he watches Tony arrange the components of their meal in optimal alignment.
They're a long way from a cup of tea ferried up ten flights of stairs. Ellis has not said this, but it is on his mind too, as he plucks at the cashmere cuff of his sweater.