[Avoidance might as well be an Olympic sport. D has gotten quite good at it, after all this time, to the point where anyone who could keep track of him long enough to pay attention would think he was doing it without thinking. He isn't, of course -- isn't not thinking. It's a concentrated effort all of the time, to stay one step ahead and not be... tempted.
Tempted might be the wrong word. Nostalgic isn't much better, but there isn't a word that works to precisely describe the feeling that sticks in D's chest when he's still one step ahead but close enough to see, or even to hear the familiar voice--
Like right now, oh, goodness. He couldn't help himself, stealing a look back when he thought it was safe to do so, and now he's doing his best to lose himself in the crowd before Leon and a dozen other things he's not prepared to deal with catch up with him. This is a busy Italian city square, surely he can make his way through and out of this crowd without too much problem.
Surely... Or, a hand on his wrist, and he'll be winning no medals for this failed escape. His eyes widen and then narrow, and he doesn't know-- he simply doesn't know. And that's the first thing Leon chooses to say?
He can only keep up this held gaze for so long before he looks not away, but sort of - down.] ...You cut your hair.
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Tempted might be the wrong word. Nostalgic isn't much better, but there isn't a word that works to precisely describe the feeling that sticks in D's chest when he's still one step ahead but close enough to see, or even to hear the familiar voice--
Like right now, oh, goodness. He couldn't help himself, stealing a look back when he thought it was safe to do so, and now he's doing his best to lose himself in the crowd before Leon and a dozen other things he's not prepared to deal with catch up with him. This is a busy Italian city square, surely he can make his way through and out of this crowd without too much problem.
Surely... Or, a hand on his wrist, and he'll be winning no medals for this failed escape. His eyes widen and then narrow, and he doesn't know-- he simply doesn't know. And that's the first thing Leon chooses to say?
He can only keep up this held gaze for so long before he looks not away, but sort of - down.] ...You cut your hair.