[ Feeling a vague, twisted sense of sensation that his strange, taciturn behavior manages to result in the crowd scattering away, disinterested in what is to follow, Yang thinks of making a similar move. After all, the show’s come to its close, and as far as he can tell, the woman’s lucid enough to take care of herself.
When she thanks him in gratitude, Yang stiffens. He briefly rubs the back of his head, amber eyes lingering on hers now that they’re standing face-to-face. He can’t remember the last time anyone spoke to him with gratitude. And usually when that was the case, it was because they were scared of him.
This situation is devoid of that context. Perhaps it’s just because she feels compelled to be polite, in which case, he’s happy to let her know that she doesn’t have to feel that way. Maybe it’s a necessary overture to someone else, but not to him. ]
There’s no need to thank me. [ He responds blithely, waving it all off. As though fully dedicated to the art of scoring negative charm points — the opposite effect of what any born entertainer typically seeks. ] I didn’t do this for your benefit.
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When she thanks him in gratitude, Yang stiffens. He briefly rubs the back of his head, amber eyes lingering on hers now that they’re standing face-to-face. He can’t remember the last time anyone spoke to him with gratitude. And usually when that was the case, it was because they were scared of him.
This situation is devoid of that context. Perhaps it’s just because she feels compelled to be polite, in which case, he’s happy to let her know that she doesn’t have to feel that way. Maybe it’s a necessary overture to someone else, but not to him. ]
There’s no need to thank me. [ He responds blithely, waving it all off. As though fully dedicated to the art of scoring negative charm points — the opposite effect of what any born entertainer typically seeks. ] I didn’t do this for your benefit.