Galahad has every reason not to come back to the greenhouse -- even if he wasn't the one who made it, he takes seriously his vow not to encounter Crowley (or Claudius, who also loves plants, but he knows Claudius is more likely to be in the gardens). But he's feeling a little less scraped out after learning to play billiards, a little more like the world isn't completely pointless, and when he sees Shen Qingqiu he remembers all the times he was comforted by him. So many people here have been needlessly kind to him, in spite of how much he's been stiff and awkward or mannerless and naive; he can think of a hundred times someone taught him something or tried to console him or took care of his hurts. No one is Percival, but it's not like Camelot or the nunnery, where no one spoke to him or touched him or liked him, and he feels again as if SecUnit saved him for something, as if he owes it to someone (or all of them) to try. God has cast him away, and Claudius, but everyone else has kept trying to draw him back.
So he sees Shen Qingqiu through the glass and foliage, and he comes to the door.
"Shen Qingqiu?" He sounds different from the way he did as Damien, or Laurel; he holds himself differently. Laurel was always relaxed, openly curious. Galahad is straight-backed as a sword, and his expression is largely blank, a careful study in not making himself too easy to hurt.
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Date: 2023-10-24 03:07 pm (UTC)So he sees Shen Qingqiu through the glass and foliage, and he comes to the door.
"Shen Qingqiu?" He sounds different from the way he did as Damien, or Laurel; he holds himself differently. Laurel was always relaxed, openly curious. Galahad is straight-backed as a sword, and his expression is largely blank, a careful study in not making himself too easy to hurt.