Oh, she's in for bad news and a hard time, if the sight of him fills her with that kind of hope.
Giving the board one last glance over, he turns in her direction properly. He doesn't actually lean against the wall (there's a noticeboard there) but there's something similar to the idea in his posture, the way his shoulders tip back and he sticks his hands on his hips.
"Through no fault of my own, unfortunately," he says, and although there's something faintly like a joke in the words, his expression is somber, perhaps a little grieved. "I did die at the age of eighteen, if 'how did you survive' was going to be your next question."
Best get the unpleasant part out of the way first.
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Giving the board one last glance over, he turns in her direction properly. He doesn't actually lean against the wall (there's a noticeboard there) but there's something similar to the idea in his posture, the way his shoulders tip back and he sticks his hands on his hips.
"Through no fault of my own, unfortunately," he says, and although there's something faintly like a joke in the words, his expression is somber, perhaps a little grieved. "I did die at the age of eighteen, if 'how did you survive' was going to be your next question."
Best get the unpleasant part out of the way first.