[ jayce would never disclose what happened with him out there. how much his heart shattered was kept in his chest; at least his illness and somber mood was a match made in heaven to mask it all efficiently. he'd only say something at the last minute to serph, he thinks. it's one of the only people he'd trust with his notes, if he had to trust anyone here. for now, he waits. maybe in a few days time. maybe in a few minutes. whatever he was feeling and however this would go.
so he nudges his shoulders up in a sorry excuse of a gesture of uncertainty. ]
no subject
so he nudges his shoulders up in a sorry excuse of a gesture of uncertainty. ]
I don't think it matters.