The look on his face when he sees her is so wide and vulnerable, he isn't sure how to hide it and so he doesn't try. He's working his way closer to her automatically, but tentatively, even as Aretha sniffs all around the room and then at Elektra's legs. She's trying to say that she used to live in this house!!!! It's a good house you should pick it.
Francis. His breath catches thickly in his throat, eyes filling with water as he continues to look at her. "Elektra?" it's much softer than she's used to him speaking, maybe, but his voice is just as gruff. Something in his gaze visibly breaks at the question about his best friend. "No, he's with David." Or at least, he likes to think so. Another arrival from Reims, after all this time. At least she's out of that place, he thinks.
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Francis. His breath catches thickly in his throat, eyes filling with water as he continues to look at her. "Elektra?" it's much softer than she's used to him speaking, maybe, but his voice is just as gruff. Something in his gaze visibly breaks at the question about his best friend. "No, he's with David." Or at least, he likes to think so. Another arrival from Reims, after all this time. At least she's out of that place, he thinks.