@yefreytor | continued from here [x]
Kim lifts a brow at that - a thin, black one that’s usually hidden behind the rim of his equally as black, round glasses. It’s not the infamous brow of authority, however - it’s a different brow, one that tells different things, painting an emotion across his usually quite neutral expression.
A set of nostrils flare for a moment as the Lieutenant inhales, then exhales, slow and measured, before his gloved hand finds its way to his spectacles; He takes them off in a swift motion before using the hem of his bomber jacket to clean them, an action that creates both the opportunity of him to look distant and hide himself from topics that are hard on him.
Or require some more thought, at least.
“Well.”
The now cleaned glasses find their way back on a curved nose, with Kitsuragi’s hands disappearing behind his back again where they rest on the curve of his behind - spine straight, shoulders pulled back, as usual. Dark irises flick over to his quite unusual partner, taking in the sight of him for a moment or two... lingering.
“---I believe the same thing is said by millions of people every day, Detective. And yet, most of them continue to care - because it’s considered to be part of being alive.”
