[It takes awhile. Horatio's hands are folded together, his elbows on the desk, and his eyes fixed on a particular discolouration in the wood.
But eventually he seems to notice the other presence in the room. And a few moments of silence after that, he glances over and nods once to acknowledge his friend.
His expression tries for impassivity, for stoic, but there's a crease to his brow and lines drawn up under his eyes. He cannot mask the worry... and blame. Not from Archie.]
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But eventually he seems to notice the other presence in the room. And a few moments of silence after that, he glances over and nods once to acknowledge his friend.
His expression tries for impassivity, for stoic, but there's a crease to his brow and lines drawn up under his eyes. He cannot mask the worry... and blame. Not from Archie.]