For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Once they are inside and the door is closed, Eric retrieves a book from his desk and settles down on the bed. Ignoring Emcee.

He might be trying to give him space? It's hard to tell.

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[i_am_your_host]

"I figured," he says lightly with a shrug.

At least Eric is telling him so.

"I'm sure everything will go well for you. When you come back, let's celebrate your success."

[onceaviking]

A quick glance up.
"Let's," he says.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric really isn't one for parting words, is he?

Emcee smiles a small, tight-lipped smile. And he runs his fingertips over Eric's forearm as he walks away toward the door.

"Then I'll see you around, darling."

He would thank him again but there would probably be no point to saying it aloud. Eric knows.

[onceaviking]

{ooc: perfect}