[ Silence, for a while. Severus is looking at his arm and not her; his mind casts about for how he's supposed to react, and suddenly he feels claustrophobic, nearly suffocating, whatever response he should have had at Draco at the time suddenly sneaking up to knock the wind out of him.
Severus disentangles himself and sits up, leaning forward to cover his face with his hands. He pushes his hair back and forces himself to breathe, slow and deliberate and not heaving - it wouldn't look like anything on someone else, but for someone who has to schedule his daily facial expression half the time, it's jarring. ]
My friend's son is here. [ The f-word sounds strange and feels stranger on his tongue. ] Grown.
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Severus disentangles himself and sits up, leaning forward to cover his face with his hands. He pushes his hair back and forces himself to breathe, slow and deliberate and not heaving - it wouldn't look like anything on someone else, but for someone who has to schedule his daily facial expression half the time, it's jarring. ]
My friend's son is here. [ The f-word sounds strange and feels stranger on his tongue. ] Grown.