[It feels like an eternity, but in reality takes only moments before the wave of--whatever indescribable thing he's feeling melts into simple frustration at himself for this whole... debacle. He really is supposed to be better than this, even with how much Onni has done worse much more often and it hasn't meant anything.
It's abrupt when he finally brings his hands from his face with a huff of irritation. Suddenly, his attitude isn't grieving so much as sullen, and in turn he can't look Onni in the eyes. Instead he looks somewhere behind him, at the wall opposite, and folds his arms, apparently daring Onni to say something. He works his jaw, nearly subconsciously.
Lalli doesn't want Onni's concern. He wants to be in control of himself. He wants to not be pathetic.]
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It's abrupt when he finally brings his hands from his face with a huff of irritation. Suddenly, his attitude isn't grieving so much as sullen, and in turn he can't look Onni in the eyes. Instead he looks somewhere behind him, at the wall opposite, and folds his arms, apparently daring Onni to say something. He works his jaw, nearly subconsciously.
Lalli doesn't want Onni's concern. He wants to be in control of himself. He wants to not be pathetic.]