The sound on Hubert's breath is too rough to be a sigh and too soft to be a growl. It punctuates his underlying frustration well. "Our continued ignorance on these matters is an unbearable nuisance."
He shakes his head, scrubbing the surface of a plate slightly harder than he needed too. "It's small comfort that Patho-Gen seems to know little more than we do." This time, his breath is a proper sigh and his motions stall for a moment. Hubert's frustration recedes deeper, still present, but something more inwardly pensive fills its place.
"...Still, I appreciate you communicating what you have. I recognize this is delicate information for you."
While Momo tends to keep a lid on his negative emotions a bit to try and support others, Hubert's frustration is certainly relatable, and the sentiment something he's been coming back to repeatedly over these months. The questions keep piling up, and only occasionally have they run across answers even when they've been seeking them out.
He sets the glass down (until he gets a few more items from the same part of the kitchen to put away), and waves his hands a little at the appreciative comment. Even if it's not quite thanks in so many words, Momo's never great at accepting that sort of thing.
"I can't expect others to offer me information if I don't offer it back sometimes, right? If it might give us even a little bit more understanding of what's been going on, this much is fine," he says, offering a small smile. He hasn't had to sink too deeply into the especially sensitive aspects of having the fungi soul, so he doesn't mind this too much. "And I'm learning a little about your new soul too, so I'd call it pretty even."
On the information front, at least. If he'd realised Hubert would feel compelled to do his dishes, he would've cleaned them before he visited.
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He shakes his head, scrubbing the surface of a plate slightly harder than he needed too. "It's small comfort that Patho-Gen seems to know little more than we do." This time, his breath is a proper sigh and his motions stall for a moment. Hubert's frustration recedes deeper, still present, but something more inwardly pensive fills its place.
"...Still, I appreciate you communicating what you have. I recognize this is delicate information for you."
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He sets the glass down (until he gets a few more items from the same part of the kitchen to put away), and waves his hands a little at the appreciative comment. Even if it's not quite thanks in so many words, Momo's never great at accepting that sort of thing.
"I can't expect others to offer me information if I don't offer it back sometimes, right? If it might give us even a little bit more understanding of what's been going on, this much is fine," he says, offering a small smile. He hasn't had to sink too deeply into the especially sensitive aspects of having the fungi soul, so he doesn't mind this too much. "And I'm learning a little about your new soul too, so I'd call it pretty even."
On the information front, at least. If he'd realised Hubert would feel compelled to do his dishes, he would've cleaned them before he visited.