Swan's easy to feign ignorance with. As soon as it's clear Adam's not going to rise to whatever bait he may have laid out, he's done and focusing on something else. He's still hurt by the words, but Adam's made himself adept at not showing when the boys here have done so. He continues gathering his things up. He can deal through the rest of the day until he can find Kavinsky again.
He's interrupted, though, by Prokopenko standing on his things. Adam shutters his face, letting that familiar mask of indifference fall down. It surprises him that Prokopenko has this kind of malice inside him, after meeting Ronan's own dream things. But this boy was created from desperation and the darker parts of Kavinsky's mind. It's a different situation entirely. "I don't know what you're talking about." It's said evenly, and he meets the other's eyes only for a moment before directing them at the things Proko is blocking him from. "I need my stuff." The end's stuck with a small quaver. Not of fear; he has no reason to fear either of them, really, but anxiety that they might drag this out when it's neither of their business.
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Date: 2015-04-27 02:41 am (UTC)He's interrupted, though, by Prokopenko standing on his things. Adam shutters his face, letting that familiar mask of indifference fall down. It surprises him that Prokopenko has this kind of malice inside him, after meeting Ronan's own dream things. But this boy was created from desperation and the darker parts of Kavinsky's mind. It's a different situation entirely. "I don't know what you're talking about." It's said evenly, and he meets the other's eyes only for a moment before directing them at the things Proko is blocking him from. "I need my stuff." The end's stuck with a small quaver. Not of fear; he has no reason to fear either of them, really, but anxiety that they might drag this out when it's neither of their business.