He'd become more serious again, after some memory regains. For awhile he'd been broody, and angry too--but some talking had helped. With Mai, and with some other people from his memory who... Well, he didn't know.
Because Gohan couldn't tell him. Mai swore they couldn't--and it hurt them to do so. All that either God or Goddess could confirm was yes, Gohan knew Trunks. Had known him, been friend and mentor and teacher. The rest they weren't allowed to say.
When he was brooding though, was a different serious than this. This was assessing, evaluating--maybe fussing a bit. Mai got it, Nanako got it, Goten got it on occasion--as did Hakkai. Piccolo never did, but that was his pride was greater than Chinatsu's.
But yes, bangs falling over his forehead, brow lightly furrowed, and with the barest of frowns. From concentration, before he sighed and pulled his hand back. "You're trembling from over-exertion. At least I hope that's all it is."
Blue eyes opened, searching enough to then find her arm and wrist. Gently taking it, fingers over her pulse and he closed his eyes again and breathed. She was warm, and lithe limbs using him as a pillow currently. "Be honest with me, how much were you pushing yourself?" Because her pulse is up still, and her breathing... Now that he's noticed, he can feel the rise and fall of her chest against his own as she breathes.
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Date: 2018-04-13 05:52 am (UTC)Because Gohan couldn't tell him. Mai swore they couldn't--and it hurt them to do so. All that either God or Goddess could confirm was yes, Gohan knew Trunks. Had known him, been friend and mentor and teacher. The rest they weren't allowed to say.
When he was brooding though, was a different serious than this. This was assessing, evaluating--maybe fussing a bit. Mai got it, Nanako got it, Goten got it on occasion--as did Hakkai. Piccolo never did, but that was his pride was greater than Chinatsu's.
But yes, bangs falling over his forehead, brow lightly furrowed, and with the barest of frowns. From concentration, before he sighed and pulled his hand back. "You're trembling from over-exertion. At least I hope that's all it is."
Blue eyes opened, searching enough to then find her arm and wrist. Gently taking it, fingers over her pulse and he closed his eyes again and breathed. She was warm, and lithe limbs using him as a pillow currently. "Be honest with me, how much were you pushing yourself?" Because her pulse is up still, and her breathing... Now that he's noticed, he can feel the rise and fall of her chest against his own as she breathes.