[ Arcade doesn't make more of it than he must, glancing away as Danse appears to come to a rather belated realization. He must be even more out of sorts than Arcade, to not have noticed that change. And why should that be, Arcade finds himself wondering, shaking out his match before it lights the tips of his fingers, too.
That I assumed you would nags at him just as immediately, as sharp a tug as the craving that sweeps over him at the same time. He holds out the crumpled, nearly empty pack of cigarettes almost automatically, the look he turns back to Danse sharp and scrutinizing, now. Considering. He'd feel incredibly stupid asking just about anyone if they maybe, perchance, had happened to have the same exact dream as him, last night. But asking that of Danse? Exponentially worse.
Not that it would even be approaching the status of most absurd touch on this whole situation, of course. So maybe he should just get over himself a little. ]
Wait. What was it? Maybe I... Maybe it's going around?
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That I assumed you would nags at him just as immediately, as sharp a tug as the craving that sweeps over him at the same time. He holds out the crumpled, nearly empty pack of cigarettes almost automatically, the look he turns back to Danse sharp and scrutinizing, now. Considering. He'd feel incredibly stupid asking just about anyone if they maybe, perchance, had happened to have the same exact dream as him, last night. But asking that of Danse? Exponentially worse.
Not that it would even be approaching the status of most absurd touch on this whole situation, of course. So maybe he should just get over himself a little. ]
Wait. What was it? Maybe I... Maybe it's going around?