He understands the gesture and lets out a sigh as he deflates against the back of the sofa. Carl wants to be able to brush it off and laugh at it- because it's silly, right? It's people acting out their lives like a kid with some dolls. He wants to think that there's no merit in it.. but now that it's kind of out there?
Fuck, he doesn't know what to do. He sits there, lost in his own head, biting at his thumbnail as he thinks about it.
He's not as bothered about it as he should be. Carl shifts so he can catch Coil's eye, something that just comes naturally now that they've been living together for so long. It sucks they're both missing the same eye, but that's also become kind of an inside joke, too.
Raising an arm, he twists his opposite hand upward and runs it up along his arm. 'Creepy' is the only thing he signs before his lips tick upward briefly.
"It's weird that it feels like they're writing stuff from inside our own head. Y'know?"
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Fuck, he doesn't know what to do. He sits there, lost in his own head, biting at his thumbnail as he thinks about it.
He's not as bothered about it as he should be. Carl shifts so he can catch Coil's eye, something that just comes naturally now that they've been living together for so long. It sucks they're both missing the same eye, but that's also become kind of an inside joke, too.
Raising an arm, he twists his opposite hand upward and runs it up along his arm. 'Creepy' is the only thing he signs before his lips tick upward briefly.
"It's weird that it feels like they're writing stuff from inside our own head. Y'know?"