[He recognizes that for what it is- a subtle and polite dismissal, classic Guy Cecil. Which isn't even his real name.
He considers saying something else - a sarcastic snap back, a dismissal of his own, an angry word... even, fleetingly, something more peaceful. His own version of a welcome. But he doesn't know how any of those might come across to Guy, and he doesn't like not knowing. He doesn't like waiting for this conversation, either, but that isn't his call right now.
In the end, indecisive and frustrated, he just slams the journal shut. Better this way, hopefully. But all Guy's given him is something to dread and an excuse to evade whatever he's after, here.]
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[He recognizes that for what it is- a subtle and polite dismissal, classic Guy Cecil. Which isn't even his real name.
He considers saying something else - a sarcastic snap back, a dismissal of his own, an angry word... even, fleetingly, something more peaceful. His own version of a welcome. But he doesn't know how any of those might come across to Guy, and he doesn't like not knowing. He doesn't like waiting for this conversation, either, but that isn't his call right now.
In the end, indecisive and frustrated, he just slams the journal shut. Better this way, hopefully. But all Guy's given him is something to dread and an excuse to evade whatever he's after, here.]