[he opens his mouth to argue but closes it without a word, because, ok, fair point.]
[but oh, that ping of guilt across Duncan's face when Nova says 'the power and authority of a guild leader.' He folds his arms and turns to the ground, rubs his forehead, scuffs a boot against the concrete. Nervous energy looking for an outlet. That's a common sight with Duncan, but Nova's only managed to be face-to-face with him in circumstances where Duncan was too focused and collected to express any of it like this.]
[he looks up when Nova finishes, shoulders still hunched. even though he's facing Nova, he's not quite looking at him, eyes off somewhere to the left of Nova's face. He nods, his voice small ] Yeah.
[he seems to straighten himself out a bit, looking Nova in the eye again, though his arms remain folded] I'm sorry. It's the shittiest kind of solidarity, isn't it?
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[but oh, that ping of guilt across Duncan's face when Nova says 'the power and authority of a guild leader.' He folds his arms and turns to the ground, rubs his forehead, scuffs a boot against the concrete. Nervous energy looking for an outlet. That's a common sight with Duncan, but Nova's only managed to be face-to-face with him in circumstances where Duncan was too focused and collected to express any of it like this.]
[he looks up when Nova finishes, shoulders still hunched. even though he's facing Nova, he's not quite looking at him, eyes off somewhere to the left of Nova's face. He nods, his voice small ] Yeah.
[he seems to straighten himself out a bit, looking Nova in the eye again, though his arms remain folded] I'm sorry. It's the shittiest kind of solidarity, isn't it?