[ Oh. Something twists in him, goes cold then hot. Not having come here for reciprocation he somehow didn't anticipate this. The hand in his, that small correction that lands heavier than he could have expected. The wind goes entirely out of his sails, takes with it the last of his anger, and it leaves him feeling strangely fragile when the question of what happened intrudes on his brief brush with delight. ]
Alicent. [ That's the conversation that brought him here. It's the one he cites as his fingers curl in Jim's hold in advance reassurance: not you. I'm not upset with you. ] Your expectations for one another don't appear to align.
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Alicent. [ That's the conversation that brought him here. It's the one he cites as his fingers curl in Jim's hold in advance reassurance: not you. I'm not upset with you. ] Your expectations for one another don't appear to align.