[Was that a straight answer just now? If it weren't for that bit of hilarious banter before, Beckett might not have thought of it was more than Angel trusting him, which he is more than happy with. But the thought flickers across his mind again - something's off.
He wants to prod, of course he does, but something in the back of his mind resists it. Like there's an answer there that he already knows and it's distressing so he shies from it on instinct. As he is wont to do. There's ample distraction in her question. He looks a little bit away. With his glasses off, he can't quite meet her eyes with the answer he has to give.]
Yes, he has been. Against my better judgement. But he's been... insistent. Worried about the others, maybe. [And justified in that worry, if he's honest.]
But Miss Temple has been looking after him. I believe he's physically improved. Though that hardly means you should believe him if he tries to claim he's just fine.
[There it is in the back of his mind again. That thought. He unconsciously braces for confirmation.]
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Date: 2016-11-04 09:18 pm (UTC)He wants to prod, of course he does, but something in the back of his mind resists it. Like there's an answer there that he already knows and it's distressing so he shies from it on instinct. As he is wont to do. There's ample distraction in her question. He looks a little bit away. With his glasses off, he can't quite meet her eyes with the answer he has to give.]
Yes, he has been. Against my better judgement. But he's been... insistent. Worried about the others, maybe. [And justified in that worry, if he's honest.]
But Miss Temple has been looking after him. I believe he's physically improved. Though that hardly means you should believe him if he tries to claim he's just fine.
[There it is in the back of his mind again. That thought. He unconsciously braces for confirmation.]