[ Break is so startled by the handkerchief hitting him that he actually flinches very sharply. It's almost enough for him to fall off the bed, actually, because he's really on edge more often than not without meaning to be. He's always listening and feeling things out for the sake of replacing his sight, so the handkerchief smacking him in the face startles him more than a little. It comes without any sign of someone to throw it, and it immediately has Break reaching for his cane.
But... No one is here.
His fingers linger in the air as he reaches for the cane, and his lips part lightly. He strains to hear, because surely it's much more likely that someone managed to sneak in without him noticing. It's completely idiotic of them to do so, he thinks, she he definitely would have cut them down in his surprise. And yet, he hears nothing. Break pauses and with a slow motion he touches the handkerchief at his side as if to confirm its presence.
He's not sure where to look, and his eye darts around like he's struggling to find something to focus on. There's a sliver of hope in his expression, but it's dull, tired. He clenches the handkerchief into his hand, the shifts to sit up straighter on the bed again. There's a longer pause this time as he hesitates, but he unballs his fist and holds the handkerchief out to empty air as if he's offering it to someone. ]
...If you're here, take it.
[ Break's voice is surprisingly sharp and distant in those words. It's definitely clear that he's doubtful of this situation. He doesn't want to allow himself a false hope. ]
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But... No one is here.
His fingers linger in the air as he reaches for the cane, and his lips part lightly. He strains to hear, because surely it's much more likely that someone managed to sneak in without him noticing. It's completely idiotic of them to do so, he thinks, she he definitely would have cut them down in his surprise. And yet, he hears nothing. Break pauses and with a slow motion he touches the handkerchief at his side as if to confirm its presence.
He's not sure where to look, and his eye darts around like he's struggling to find something to focus on. There's a sliver of hope in his expression, but it's dull, tired. He clenches the handkerchief into his hand, the shifts to sit up straighter on the bed again. There's a longer pause this time as he hesitates, but he unballs his fist and holds the handkerchief out to empty air as if he's offering it to someone. ]
...If you're here, take it.
[ Break's voice is surprisingly sharp and distant in those words. It's definitely clear that he's doubtful of this situation. He doesn't want to allow himself a false hope. ]