Tal tried to give the General a wounded look at the suspicion in the other man's eyes, but it was somewhat (completely) ruined by the grin that crinkled his face behind his scarf. "I mean, we always talk about weapons an' fighting an' stuff. Figured there's more to you than that, though. An'... well... just kinda..." He shrugged and his grin turned into a scowl as he turned his very focused attention to cutting through a tricky joint.
"You know. It's the sort of thing friends are supposed to know about each other, right?" And Tal wasn't always very good at doing all the social things that made friendships work. His determined sawing at the sinews that held it all together paid off as a limb fell limply into his lap and he snuck a glance back up at Deimos to see what the General thought of Tal calling him his friend.
"You know. It's the sort of thing friends are supposed to know about each other, right?" And Tal wasn't always very good at doing all the social things that made friendships work. His determined sawing at the sinews that held it all together paid off as a limb fell limply into his lap and he snuck a glance back up at Deimos to see what the General thought of Tal calling him his friend.
