Of course, Wysteria says, and Ellis echoes silently, confused, Of course?
Ellis is not unused to feeling as if he's missed a step or two in the course of conversation with Wysteria. In fact, it is a familiar sensation by now, realizing she has outpaced him, or that he is lacking some vital piece of information that renders Wysteria's explanations intelligible to him. Wysteria rarely treats it as a hardship to backtrack, and so it is easy enough to mend what's missing.
However, in this matter, it is less that he's missed a step and more that he has the sensation of falling through a trapdoor.
A hand reaches across the table, fingers finding the back of her wrist to lightly. Ellis doesn't know exactly how to pose the question, so lets the expression on his face carry his confusion forward for him: brow drawn into a frown, eyes intent on her.
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Ellis is not unused to feeling as if he's missed a step or two in the course of conversation with Wysteria. In fact, it is a familiar sensation by now, realizing she has outpaced him, or that he is lacking some vital piece of information that renders Wysteria's explanations intelligible to him. Wysteria rarely treats it as a hardship to backtrack, and so it is easy enough to mend what's missing.
However, in this matter, it is less that he's missed a step and more that he has the sensation of falling through a trapdoor.
A hand reaches across the table, fingers finding the back of her wrist to lightly. Ellis doesn't know exactly how to pose the question, so lets the expression on his face carry his confusion forward for him: brow drawn into a frown, eyes intent on her.