[It's actually not a look he isn't used to seeing. Well, maybe not the way Spike wears it exactly; somehow, that's very him and no one else. But for something raw to sit just out of his reach, for a veneer of innocence to sit over defensiveness over something probably worth cutting him over...
Well. It's familiar enough. Therion takes it in, blinking once, and then inclines his head just a hair.]
All right.
[He gets up then and walks silently to the galley. After a moment, the distinctive sound of chopping something that isn't meat comes through. Both of them have probably had to learn to hear the difference.]
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Well. It's familiar enough. Therion takes it in, blinking once, and then inclines his head just a hair.]
All right.
[He gets up then and walks silently to the galley. After a moment, the distinctive sound of chopping something that isn't meat comes through. Both of them have probably had to learn to hear the difference.]