[The moment his name rings between them Zavala goes still, any response he may have had dying on the tip of his tongue and leaving him without words for a long moment. There’s a whirl of emotion deep in his chest, concern to know that another of the Vanguard has found themselves trapped in this technicolor madness mixed with a selfish sort of relief at Ikora’s familiarity.
He belatedly realizes that he’s been quiet for a few seconds too long, and he clears his throat to try and interrupt the awkwardness that’s settled over him while he tries to find his words. There are so many things that could be said, so many questions, but nothing feels right and so in the end he forces himself to relax and tries to appear as unaffected as possible.]
Ikora. I could ask the same.
[The corner of his mouth twitches, a tense grin attempting to form. He realizes that he’s still standing, door open and half in the hall.]
Ah. May I?
[One hand makes a vague motion and hopefully that’s enough to indicate his intent because he doesn’t relish the thought of having to ask to be invited in.]
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He belatedly realizes that he’s been quiet for a few seconds too long, and he clears his throat to try and interrupt the awkwardness that’s settled over him while he tries to find his words. There are so many things that could be said, so many questions, but nothing feels right and so in the end he forces himself to relax and tries to appear as unaffected as possible.]
Ikora. I could ask the same.
[The corner of his mouth twitches, a tense grin attempting to form. He realizes that he’s still standing, door open and half in the hall.]
Ah. May I?
[One hand makes a vague motion and hopefully that’s enough to indicate his intent because he doesn’t relish the thought of having to ask to be invited in.]