[There's a moment before the Altean king even realizes that Shiro's at the door. If he knew what Shiro was thinking, he might have laughed, wondering perhaps if he truly was calm. Numb seems the more appropriate word, and the only reason he hasn't just broken down is because Alfor hasn't allowed himself to stop and let it drag him back. Just hit the ground running and relied upon momentum to keep him going. There's already been plenty of bumps and pitfalls to navigate around, but he's found just as many handholds to keep him steady and even help haul him forward.
Turning, Alfor steps over to the doorway, looking down at the pac-disc Shiro offers him. He takes it, nodding.]
Thank you.
[Their conversations have been riddled with thanks, haven't they? But they're never any less meant, whether the reason be large or small. Alfor hesitates only a moment before he turns back to where he'd set Allura's things.]
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Turning, Alfor steps over to the doorway, looking down at the pac-disc Shiro offers him. He takes it, nodding.]
Thank you.
[Their conversations have been riddled with thanks, haven't they? But they're never any less meant, whether the reason be large or small. Alfor hesitates only a moment before he turns back to where he'd set Allura's things.]