So the boy didn't desire retribution, or so he claimed. Despite the grim nature of what they had discussed, Homura couldn't help but wonder. Was Tamaki simply too young yet, and too hopeful? There was a time when Homura had felt that way, after all, before he had learned just how dark the shadows of Heaven really were, and how heavy the chains.
It would be an interesting thing to watch.
"You're welcome." Homura leaned back slightly in the chair, watching Tamaki now that they had said what they needed. He hadn't forgotten about his other arrangement for this shift, but the woman hadn't entered yet from what Homura could see. There was still time.
"I'd like to know about your clinic, when you are ready." Homura was a patient man, and he'd let Tamaki gather himself before taking advantage of the distraction. It was for the boy's own benefit, as well as the demi-god's, who always found information to be a useful thing. In the end, however, it was up to Tamaki to say what he wanted, and Homura would respect that wish, for once without prying beyond what was willing to be offered.
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It would be an interesting thing to watch.
"You're welcome." Homura leaned back slightly in the chair, watching Tamaki now that they had said what they needed. He hadn't forgotten about his other arrangement for this shift, but the woman hadn't entered yet from what Homura could see. There was still time.
"I'd like to know about your clinic, when you are ready." Homura was a patient man, and he'd let Tamaki gather himself before taking advantage of the distraction. It was for the boy's own benefit, as well as the demi-god's, who always found information to be a useful thing. In the end, however, it was up to Tamaki to say what he wanted, and Homura would respect that wish, for once without prying beyond what was willing to be offered.