[ Again, that uncharacteristically easy acquiescence. Gen follows behind Eustace without much comment or complaint, trailing a few paces behind him into the restaurant. The quiet is welcome, and Gen already seems just a touch more relaxed when he takes a seat and slumps back in his chair.
When the waitress drops by, he orders a coffee, black. Absently looks over the menu, not really taking in the words and just deciding that whatever's near the top is fine. Instead glances up to where Eustace is sitting across from him, studying him in silence for a moment.
... Eustace really just never changes, does he. All that shit going on, and he looks as calm as ever. ]
Hey, Eustace.
[ It must be a little jarring when Gen speaks up, his tone of voice lower than usual. Nowhere near as combative, weary and plain. ]
no subject
[ Again, that uncharacteristically easy acquiescence. Gen follows behind Eustace without much comment or complaint, trailing a few paces behind him into the restaurant. The quiet is welcome, and Gen already seems just a touch more relaxed when he takes a seat and slumps back in his chair.
When the waitress drops by, he orders a coffee, black. Absently looks over the menu, not really taking in the words and just deciding that whatever's near the top is fine. Instead glances up to where Eustace is sitting across from him, studying him in silence for a moment.
... Eustace really just never changes, does he. All that shit going on, and he looks as calm as ever. ]
Hey, Eustace.
[ It must be a little jarring when Gen speaks up, his tone of voice lower than usual. Nowhere near as combative, weary and plain. ]
How old were you when you became a soldier?