[ It takes less effort than it used to for him to keep his expression neutral. He's walked in on worse, and pretended each time that there was nothing wrong, nothing out of the ordinary. Koby'd be forgiven, looking at him now, to think that this happened to him all the time.
(It doesn't. Rather, it happens sometimes, but not often. Guests intrigued by the idea of fraternizing with the staff, the odd visitor entranced by someone so buttoned-up, or hooked on the whiff of danger suggested by his scars. All gently rebuffed — as he intends to do now.) ]
Of course. One forgets oneself, removed from the comforts of home.
[ With a nod, he begins crossing the room, coming to a stop in front of the TV console. As he kneels, craning his neck to check the wiring: ]
no subject
(It doesn't. Rather, it happens sometimes, but not often. Guests intrigued by the idea of fraternizing with the staff, the odd visitor entranced by someone so buttoned-up, or hooked on the whiff of danger suggested by his scars. All gently rebuffed — as he intends to do now.) ]
Of course. One forgets oneself, removed from the comforts of home.
[ With a nod, he begins crossing the room, coming to a stop in front of the TV console. As he kneels, craning his neck to check the wiring: ]
How are you finding the room service?