[Despite having more of the information, Dixon’s decidedly not as quick on the uptake. He takes a look at the thing, the Ebbing PD insignia basically mocking him every time he looks at it. The weight of things seems to fall on him, things slowly clicking into place. He hasn’t quite threaded the needle but he realizes she has.
He looks back at Revan like he’s expecting her to call him an idiot or something, preemptively hurt and defensive.]
You figure something out? [That kicked expression is replaced with something tentatively hopeful. Desperate and tentative.]
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[Despite having more of the information, Dixon’s decidedly not as quick on the uptake. He takes a look at the thing, the Ebbing PD insignia basically mocking him every time he looks at it. The weight of things seems to fall on him, things slowly clicking into place. He hasn’t quite threaded the needle but he realizes she has.
He looks back at Revan like he’s expecting her to call him an idiot or something, preemptively hurt and defensive.]
You figure something out? [That kicked expression is replaced with something tentatively hopeful. Desperate and tentative.]