Oh, he's... definitely crying on her. Anna doesn't mind, but she is a little confused. She thought she was the one with the problems here, having not seen her son in five years, and all. But--
Then he says it. Nice to meet you.
He tenses and that says a lot, but not nearly as much as Anna's confusion-horror meets Malos' grim yeah-there-it-is, and suddenly Anna understands why Malos thought this was so important.
Has this Lloyd
never met
his fucking mother.
She pulls away from him and grips him by the shoulders, tight, urgent, as she studies his face the-- tears he is trying to hide. (That expression makes her heart turn, becuase she's seen it on Kratos, the fierce What No I'm Fine, Please Don't Ask-- and like. oh fuck. ohhh fuck.)
But she has to know.
"Come on," she says, shooting for something light and kind of joke-y soundy, but it's way too desperate to be read that way. She feels a warning from Malos, ignores it. "You- It's not like I'm any different from your mom, really!"
anna please
Then he says it. Nice to meet you.
He tenses and that says a lot, but not nearly as much as Anna's confusion-horror meets Malos' grim yeah-there-it-is, and suddenly Anna understands why Malos thought this was so important.
Has this Lloyd
never met
his fucking mother.
She pulls away from him and grips him by the shoulders, tight, urgent, as she studies his face the-- tears he is trying to hide. (That expression makes her heart turn, becuase she's seen it on Kratos, the fierce What No I'm Fine, Please Don't Ask-- and like. oh fuck. ohhh fuck.)
But she has to know.
"Come on," she says, shooting for something light and kind of joke-y soundy, but it's way too desperate to be read that way. She feels a warning from Malos, ignores it. "You- It's not like I'm any different from your mom, really!"