Noble. It took him a moment before the name sank in – not because he had forgotten the man or his prior role in Daffy’s life, but because Elias had always thought of him as Greengrass, and her use of his first name felt too familiar, and jarring.
If he had softened his expression before this, the muscles in his jaw had gone tight again without his realising, clenched still as if to stop himself from grinding down his teeth. A letter out of nowhere – something that had made her angry. And she had been angry enough to go there to see him, throwing things. He forced out a breath, a slow exhale, trying to even picture it. He had seen Daff upset, but never overtly angry, he didn’t think – he didn’t want to imagine what might have provoked it of her.
And he wasn’t sure which part she was most apologising for, Greengrass’s part or her own; he wasn’t sure he wanted to know any more about it, what with the way it had made him feel already. His stomach was churning unpleasantly. But he ought to be grateful that Daff had told him, wasn’t trying to keep it to herself, and he had to understand why her anger had turned to tears, so – he forced himself to be present here at the table with her, their untouched tea between them. He reached out his hand a little further than his cup, halfway to holding hers – but he wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse, yet. “No, I’m glad you told me.” He didn’t know if he sounded glad, and his eyebrows were still knitted, but he was relieved she was not pretending. “What...” Elias began, still weighing up the right question to ask, how to understand the situation in the right light. “What did he say, in the letter?”
If he had softened his expression before this, the muscles in his jaw had gone tight again without his realising, clenched still as if to stop himself from grinding down his teeth. A letter out of nowhere – something that had made her angry. And she had been angry enough to go there to see him, throwing things. He forced out a breath, a slow exhale, trying to even picture it. He had seen Daff upset, but never overtly angry, he didn’t think – he didn’t want to imagine what might have provoked it of her.
And he wasn’t sure which part she was most apologising for, Greengrass’s part or her own; he wasn’t sure he wanted to know any more about it, what with the way it had made him feel already. His stomach was churning unpleasantly. But he ought to be grateful that Daff had told him, wasn’t trying to keep it to herself, and he had to understand why her anger had turned to tears, so – he forced himself to be present here at the table with her, their untouched tea between them. He reached out his hand a little further than his cup, halfway to holding hers – but he wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse, yet. “No, I’m glad you told me.” He didn’t know if he sounded glad, and his eyebrows were still knitted, but he was relieved she was not pretending. “What...” Elias began, still weighing up the right question to ask, how to understand the situation in the right light. “What did he say, in the letter?”
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