<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; Memento Mori</strong>(Early 2008, 14)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Maria<br/><hr/><br/>As he sat there, he wondered if he tried hard enough, if he could just will himself invisible. But, judging from the fact that Maria approached him, talking to him, that wasn't happening. It's not that he didn't like talking to her; quite the opposite, in fact. He took solace in her presence. He just really wished he could somehow hide from the world, even if part of him knew that that wasn't a feasible solution.<br/><br/>"Bonjour." he said, a bit on the quiet side. He tended to be pretty soft-spoken. Mori, meanwhile, received attention, and liked that, so he gave Maria's fingers a quick nuzzle, before hopping off. The one-eyed feline seemed to give her this look, like Mori was expecting something of her, before he wandered off to watch the sunset.<br/><br/>Sully, meanwhile, would be accepting the hand... and the moment he was up, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. He sighed a bit, started to speak, in English "Maybe..." But, then, he switched over to French. "Yeah, maybe, I think, I don't know." It probably was helping, but, unlike that night where they all truly met and their fates seemed to have been decided, he no longer was able to hide behind the mask he had then. Not the Fear Mask, no, that less substantial one, the one he used to make it seem like he was okay with everything. He let his friends, pretty much family, see the real him. Scared, nervous, self-doubting. "Uhm. How was your day?"