[ He has to slip out. Hawk's barely let him out of his sight since Alicent attacked him, even a week later now, and he's fine. So Tim takes the opportunity when it comes, without much of a chance to dress appropriately for a meeting that's semi-public - casual jeans, a white t-shirt. A look of concern writ clearly on his face, something he's never very subtle about, but that shows even more clearly, without his glasses to obscure it. ]
Hey.
[ Softly, because this is...well, it's strange, that whatever it is, Aemond feels it's important enough that it must be done face to face. Text was good enough for the news that Alicent had died. What could possibly be more pressing?
He approaches, not directly into his space, but leaning against the table he's sat at. ]
no subject
[ He has to slip out. Hawk's barely let him out of his sight since Alicent attacked him, even a week later now, and he's fine. So Tim takes the opportunity when it comes, without much of a chance to dress appropriately for a meeting that's semi-public - casual jeans, a white t-shirt. A look of concern writ clearly on his face, something he's never very subtle about, but that shows even more clearly, without his glasses to obscure it. ]
Hey.
[ Softly, because this is...well, it's strange, that whatever it is, Aemond feels it's important enough that it must be done face to face. Text was good enough for the news that Alicent had died. What could possibly be more pressing?
He approaches, not directly into his space, but leaning against the table he's sat at. ]
What's going on?