Vir Cotto (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} vir_cotto_tm) wrote in citizengkar, |
G'Kar?
Taking a deep breath, Vir walks further into the room, working his hands vaguely. Gently, he asks:
H-how long have you been in here?
For a long moment, there is no response. Sitting down on the couch, Vir picks up a velvet pillow and begins to fiddle nervously with the tassel. His eyes are still adjusting to the candle light, and he's having difficulty reading G'Kar's expression accurately. As is his habit in these situations, Vir looks down at his fidgeting hands and tries to fill the uncomfortable silence with talk.
You know, Mr. Garibaldi and Mr. Allen were asking about you yesterday. They're worried about you.
Vir looks up, his eyes filled with a solemnity and earnestness that makes him look young and old simultaneously.
I-I-I think we all are.
Taking a deep breath, Vir walks further into the room, working his hands vaguely. Gently, he asks:
H-how long have you been in here?
For a long moment, there is no response. Sitting down on the couch, Vir picks up a velvet pillow and begins to fiddle nervously with the tassel. His eyes are still adjusting to the candle light, and he's having difficulty reading G'Kar's expression accurately. As is his habit in these situations, Vir looks down at his fidgeting hands and tries to fill the uncomfortable silence with talk.
You know, Mr. Garibaldi and Mr. Allen were asking about you yesterday. They're worried about you.
Vir looks up, his eyes filled with a solemnity and earnestness that makes him look young and old simultaneously.
I-I-I think we all are.
