[It's very nearly an automatic repeat, if faintly puzzled only because Kratos is wondering at the reason behind a difference in a single consonant for two words which mean the same thing. He's still looking at Skulduggery, however, and realising just how difficult it is to read a skeleton. He'd been managing so far only by tone of voice, because he's so used to reading Yuan's mental bleed-through; it's not much different.
[So Kratos can't tell what Skulduggery actually thinks of the idea of interracial couples, which is frustrating. Skulduggery's tone is a positive one, at least, though Kratos can't understand most of the sentence. He can guess it's something to which he'd agree, however, and smiles back.]
Yes.
[He takes the locket back and looks at the pictures one last time before closing it; and the look on his face and in his eyes is the clearest it's been since he and Skulduggery have met. Wistfulness. A regretful kind of acceptance. Hope. Tenderness. Then he snaps the locket shut and looks up again, his expression falling to a considering sort of impassiveness. Skulduggery's family might be gone; but he had contacted someone, earlier.]
Who?
[The sixth from that page of questions, earlier. Kratos indicates the pocket where Skulduggery stowed his phone pocket as he asks.]
no subject
[It's very nearly an automatic repeat, if faintly puzzled only because Kratos is wondering at the reason behind a difference in a single consonant for two words which mean the same thing. He's still looking at Skulduggery, however, and realising just how difficult it is to read a skeleton. He'd been managing so far only by tone of voice, because he's so used to reading Yuan's mental bleed-through; it's not much different.
[So Kratos can't tell what Skulduggery actually thinks of the idea of interracial couples, which is frustrating. Skulduggery's tone is a positive one, at least, though Kratos can't understand most of the sentence. He can guess it's something to which he'd agree, however, and smiles back.]
Yes.
[He takes the locket back and looks at the pictures one last time before closing it; and the look on his face and in his eyes is the clearest it's been since he and Skulduggery have met. Wistfulness. A regretful kind of acceptance. Hope. Tenderness. Then he snaps the locket shut and looks up again, his expression falling to a considering sort of impassiveness. Skulduggery's family might be gone; but he had contacted someone, earlier.]
Who?
[The sixth from that page of questions, earlier. Kratos indicates the pocket where Skulduggery stowed his phone pocket as he asks.]