[ On top of looking terrible, Barnaby is acting awfully solemn. Sturmhond watches as Justice climbs into his lap, and then he shares an uncertain look with Korol. Berserkers aren't generally all that affectionate. Korol tends to be more so when he sense that Sturmhond is unhappy, and both of them wonder if that's what's going on now.
Sturmhond sets down his tools and waits, not prompting Barnaby through his silence. He'll let him talk when he's ready.
When he does, finally, Sturmhond lifts his eyebrows. He's not sure what brought this on, or why it would be lying so heavily on his friend. They'd talked about Barnaby's feelings for Kotetsu before, and he'd seemed certain of the way forward. Why this unhappiness now?
He leans back a little, shrugging, and gesturing with one hand. ]
no subject
Sturmhond sets down his tools and waits, not prompting Barnaby through his silence. He'll let him talk when he's ready.
When he does, finally, Sturmhond lifts his eyebrows. He's not sure what brought this on, or why it would be lying so heavily on his friend. They'd talked about Barnaby's feelings for Kotetsu before, and he'd seemed certain of the way forward. Why this unhappiness now?
He leans back a little, shrugging, and gesturing with one hand. ]
Well, yes, naturally. I expected as much.
What in particular was I right about this time?