[ Apparently bickering is a form of affection in Cassian’s world. At least towards certain people which now apparently includes Annabeth. It’s shockingly easy to slip into old habits formed from fake memories, something that he thinks he should be more careful about.
But his dynamic with her is something he can ruminate over later because the alternative is missing out on the joy that is practically brimming from the demigod. It’s familiar. It warms his heart in a way that he wouldn’t admit aloud. Just because he doesn’t voice it however, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t show in the way his eyes glint and the corners of his lips twitch.
Her question is answered first by looking up towards the bantha with its kind eyes that he can sort of make out through the shaggy fur hanging low. ]
Go on. The ones I met enjoy being scratched just behind their horns.
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But his dynamic with her is something he can ruminate over later because the alternative is missing out on the joy that is practically brimming from the demigod. It’s familiar. It warms his heart in a way that he wouldn’t admit aloud. Just because he doesn’t voice it however, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t show in the way his eyes glint and the corners of his lips twitch.
Her question is answered first by looking up towards the bantha with its kind eyes that he can sort of make out through the shaggy fur hanging low. ]
Go on. The ones I met enjoy being scratched just behind their horns.