[ A knowing smile settles on Sage's features. Rowen will always outpace him in raw intellect and the pursuit of it. But there are always some instances in which Sage can play at knowing something he doesn't, something that doesn't require his penchant for overthinking. It just happens to be true. Just by looking at him, Sage can see his mental pace quicken. Too easy, he thinks. Then again, maybe he appreciates that easiness, when their pasts can be so complicated. He turns aside, the cheeky look on his face finally reaching his eyes. He claps Rowen's shoulder once. His fingers tighten, then push him off. ]
It'll all be for nothing if we get trampled here.
[ Sage does as asked after that, finding a table situated beside one of the cafe windows. It pans horizontally across the interior, giving a good view of the street. Naturally, he picks a sunny spot, and the bright line of light cuts across the surface. He slides his books onto the table and takes a seat, folding his arms loosely over his chest.
When he looks out the window, he sees life as it should be. Simple, quiet, peaceful. He tries not to feel pride for it sometimes, but it sets in the line of his jaw, in the steadiness of his gaze. Being here now with Rowen only makes the feeling stronger. ]
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It'll all be for nothing if we get trampled here.
[ Sage does as asked after that, finding a table situated beside one of the cafe windows. It pans horizontally across the interior, giving a good view of the street. Naturally, he picks a sunny spot, and the bright line of light cuts across the surface. He slides his books onto the table and takes a seat, folding his arms loosely over his chest.
When he looks out the window, he sees life as it should be. Simple, quiet, peaceful. He tries not to feel pride for it sometimes, but it sets in the line of his jaw, in the steadiness of his gaze. Being here now with Rowen only makes the feeling stronger. ]