"Please do," comes as Derrica rounds the corner of her desk, drifting back to where he had found her. "Let's say any morning you like, once a week. For now."
They have something to actively dissect together. That warrants gathering more regularly, in Derrica's opinion.
And even if there wasn't something to be worked on, it strikes Derrica as productive to grow more familiar with someone who had volunteered himself to work alongside her.
"Thank you, again," is as good as a dismissal, for all its warmth.
And that seems to be that. With a curt nod, Laurentius takes his heavy book and his scrolls and his general impression—intentional or otherwise—of intense, glowering melancholy from the office. There's work to be done. The length of his stride as he goes suggests that he intends to get to some of it directly.
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They have something to actively dissect together. That warrants gathering more regularly, in Derrica's opinion.
And even if there wasn't something to be worked on, it strikes Derrica as productive to grow more familiar with someone who had volunteered himself to work alongside her.
"Thank you, again," is as good as a dismissal, for all its warmth.
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And that seems to be that. With a curt nod, Laurentius takes his heavy book and his scrolls and his general impression—intentional or otherwise—of intense, glowering melancholy from the office. There's work to be done. The length of his stride as he goes suggests that he intends to get to some of it directly.