[Nyx doesn't actually say anything else, just purses his lips to make a little kiss sound before cutting the call. A carry-over from when he used to tease Pelna. There's a moment, after he hangs up the call, as he's stepping out of his apartment that he has to stop, leaning against the doorway as the thought brings up the memory of sounds- screeching metal, screams cut short by the crunch of shattering bone and the wet thump of useless meat. He can't breathe- bile rising in his throat, adrenaline suddenly making his heart race. The door bumps lightly against his shoulder and he gasps sharply, the world rushing back in, the warm colors in the hallway pulling him away from the cold steel walls of a Niflheim airship.
His breath comes out in a rush and he does his best to take it in stride. Counting silently as he drags in another harsh breath. The motions of locking his door are rote and familiar and it's only two steps to cross the hall. He's opening the other door before he has time to consider that Squall was doing something special and maybe he should get his shit together more before he steps inside. Still the tells are small, too many years of constant fighting and hell mean that there's rarely time to sit down and process flashbacks, whenever they come.
His heartrate is a little too fast, his face a little too pale, something guarded and fragile in his smile. At least until he finally takes in the Squall's bare chest and.... legs? And....? One brow goes up, some of the ease coming back into his expression with a lopsided sort of grin.]
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His breath comes out in a rush and he does his best to take it in stride. Counting silently as he drags in another harsh breath. The motions of locking his door are rote and familiar and it's only two steps to cross the hall. He's opening the other door before he has time to consider that Squall was doing something special and maybe he should get his shit together more before he steps inside. Still the tells are small, too many years of constant fighting and hell mean that there's rarely time to sit down and process flashbacks, whenever they come.
His heartrate is a little too fast, his face a little too pale, something guarded and fragile in his smile. At least until he finally takes in the Squall's bare chest and.... legs? And....? One brow goes up, some of the ease coming back into his expression with a lopsided sort of grin.]
Mmm what did I do to earn this?