[His mouth turns down, unhappy that she still won't look at him. It's not as if he didn't notice, the minute she'd looked into his eyes and saw the unsettling sight that he too saw reflected in his own mirror. Ajax shuffles back over to the chair, but instead of sitting down, he simply grabs his walking stick and hobbles over to the other side of the bed where her gaze is facing.
Not like he doesn't know she'll just turn her head away from him anyway.]
Oh? I didn't know you could tell, you won't even look at me anymore.
[He doesn't bother to mask the hurt in his voice, because while he realizes it's disturbing, at least she could talk to him about it.]
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Not like he doesn't know she'll just turn her head away from him anyway.]
Oh? I didn't know you could tell, you won't even look at me anymore.
[He doesn't bother to mask the hurt in his voice, because while he realizes it's disturbing, at least she could talk to him about it.]