[ As Clive pushes away from the counter, Joshua turns his attention back to him, expression shifting from withdrawn to mild surprise. The hand on his shoulder is so gentle, though, that it melts away any reservation. ]
I-- I know you didn't. I'm sorry.
[ He has to stop apologizing. It's getting him nowhere. Joshua takes a deep breath, turning his eyes back to his brother's, and smiles.
And then promptly startles at the buzz, his wings flinging out behind him as the mugs he'd found go clattering to the floor. ]
Oh, Founder.
[ At the exact same time that Clive says it, in fact. But it makes him laugh, and he shakes his head, taking the oven mitt as he tucks his wings back in and smooths his feathers out. ]
Of course. Do we just rest the potatoes inside, then?
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I-- I know you didn't. I'm sorry.
[ He has to stop apologizing. It's getting him nowhere. Joshua takes a deep breath, turning his eyes back to his brother's, and smiles.
And then promptly startles at the buzz, his wings flinging out behind him as the mugs he'd found go clattering to the floor. ]
Oh, Founder.
[ At the exact same time that Clive says it, in fact. But it makes him laugh, and he shakes his head, taking the oven mitt as he tucks his wings back in and smooths his feathers out. ]
Of course. Do we just rest the potatoes inside, then?