[When you're trained to be a spy, you are trained to read people. The tiniest change in expression can mean something. The twinkle of an eye, the twist of a head, the shift of the hips.
Everything about Cyril says that he wants to wilt away and run. He wants to hide away but he knows he can't. In this moment, he's having to confront things about himself that he's never truly had the chance to.
In this moment, he's so painfully honest that the world falls away from them and Bull knows what the words are before Cyril says them. Or rather, he thinks he does.
Sometimes, a person can still surprise him. Someone can come along and they can say something or be something so entirely different from expectation that it catches him off guard. That's Cyril in this moment. So brutally honest with his feelings and so much more open with them than he's ever been. Those eyes want to cry despite the fact that they never shed tears.
No, he doesn't expect the words that come and it's written all over Bull's face as his eye widens and his mouth falls open.]
Boss...
[No. Not Boss.]
Cyril...
[He's at a loss for words. Something rare for him because words are one of his specialties. But the Inquisitor has done it. He's surprised him.]
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Everything about Cyril says that he wants to wilt away and run. He wants to hide away but he knows he can't. In this moment, he's having to confront things about himself that he's never truly had the chance to.
In this moment, he's so painfully honest that the world falls away from them and Bull knows what the words are before Cyril says them. Or rather, he thinks he does.
Sometimes, a person can still surprise him. Someone can come along and they can say something or be something so entirely different from expectation that it catches him off guard. That's Cyril in this moment. So brutally honest with his feelings and so much more open with them than he's ever been. Those eyes want to cry despite the fact that they never shed tears.
No, he doesn't expect the words that come and it's written all over Bull's face as his eye widens and his mouth falls open.]
Boss...
[No. Not Boss.]
Cyril...
[He's at a loss for words. Something rare for him because words are one of his specialties. But the Inquisitor has done it. He's surprised him.]