[Carlisle lets Qubit step away and straightens his coat idly, despite it not needing any straightening at all. His hands feel too idle suddenly, his mind almost too clear after months and months of dealing with the maddening hum of his own energies. He picks up one of the spray canisters, examining it as an additional distraction.]
Well enough that I've not had to complain about it. [Which he's sure Qubit has noticed.] It's still attached, and that's honestly all I ask of it.
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Well enough that I've not had to complain about it. [Which he's sure Qubit has noticed.] It's still attached, and that's honestly all I ask of it.