[Just the same, England is having some real trouble concealing the worry in his eyes. When he reaches up to try and rub some of the stress from one of his temples, behind his eyelids are flickers of other times he's seen America bending under the weight of their circumstances. But if England had been more supportive — a kind word, an embrace...
He sets his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut even tighter, hoping it will blank out the hallucinations of intimacy. At least it just looks like unspecified stress on camera.] Just— those bloody tunnels are trouble. I'd prefer to see you in one piece.
[His words are weary. He doesn't really want to fight.]
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He sets his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut even tighter, hoping it will blank out the hallucinations of intimacy. At least it just looks like unspecified stress on camera.] Just— those bloody tunnels are trouble. I'd prefer to see you in one piece.
[His words are weary. He doesn't really want to fight.]