[Despite Qubit's best efforts, Carlisle flinches as he's addressed. His hand shakes a fraction of an inch, jarring the pen between his fingers; while it doesn't ruin the detailed, almost scientific illustration of the leaves before him, the accidental scratch it leaves on the page is something he'll sigh over later. He attempts to fix it first, rounding out the edge with a thick line.]
I'm not surprised you didn't, given the circumstances.
[There. It's not perfect, but it'll do. He caps the pen and turns Qubit's way, and though he tries to keep his expression impassive, his eyes are as tired and laced with concern as ever.]
Did you sleep well?
[He looks like he slept well enough, despite his disheveled appearance. Carlisle can't say his hair ever looked well after a rare night of restful sleep, either.]
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I'm not surprised you didn't, given the circumstances.
[There. It's not perfect, but it'll do. He caps the pen and turns Qubit's way, and though he tries to keep his expression impassive, his eyes are as tired and laced with concern as ever.]
Did you sleep well?
[He looks like he slept well enough, despite his disheveled appearance. Carlisle can't say his hair ever looked well after a rare night of restful sleep, either.]