[ Danse lurking around isn't something he really pays attention to, anymore. Sure, it's still a low-grade anxiety, constantly bubbling at the back of his mind - but that's all it is, now. Len seems entirely convinced the man won't make a move unless he actively catches Arcade in the act of whatever it is he's waiting for. Killing puppies or eating babies, or something equally heinous. (Though with none of either in evidence, perhaps Arcade will simply be caught on suspicion of wanting to, either way.) And, for the moment, that's enough for him to let it lie.
It isn't enough to keep those thoughts from invading his dreams, though, apparently. The tired circles that linger from that restless excuse for sleep can attest to that, as well as the stray patches of scales that have cropped up on his face and neck, creeping palely down from his hairline and up the sides of his throat.
He's outside, leaning against the truck's front bumper and lighting a bent and slightly smashed cigarette (the mint ones aren't so bad - actually, he didn't think honey-toffee was, either), when Danse decides to break the weird little ceasefire they've been standing in, after all. Maybe it's the exhaustion that prevents Arcade from being too shocked, or maybe it's the dream still weighing on his mind - but it could also be those ears.
His gaze tracks upward, over Danse's brow, before he replies. ]
If it has anything to do with a medical query or - those— [ He gestures vaguely upward. ] Can it wait?
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It isn't enough to keep those thoughts from invading his dreams, though, apparently. The tired circles that linger from that restless excuse for sleep can attest to that, as well as the stray patches of scales that have cropped up on his face and neck, creeping palely down from his hairline and up the sides of his throat.
He's outside, leaning against the truck's front bumper and lighting a bent and slightly smashed cigarette (the mint ones aren't so bad - actually, he didn't think honey-toffee was, either), when Danse decides to break the weird little ceasefire they've been standing in, after all. Maybe it's the exhaustion that prevents Arcade from being too shocked, or maybe it's the dream still weighing on his mind - but it could also be those ears.
His gaze tracks upward, over Danse's brow, before he replies. ]
If it has anything to do with a medical query or - those— [ He gestures vaguely upward. ] Can it wait?