A flash of a glance back that is borderline hostile, as if resenting the concept that Armand might speak an instruction that he isn't sure about, that he does anything he isn't sure about. But this is, also, unbecoming of him, a firing synapse in the muddle that burns bright enough for him to wrangle his composure, nod back to Daniel.
"Don't send my regards," is wry, there, a joke, but he is leaving, and he can pretend that he is leaving because the task is finished, as opposed to a retreat.
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"Don't send my regards," is wry, there, a joke, but he is leaving, and he can pretend that he is leaving because the task is finished, as opposed to a retreat.