[ that was rather refreshing to hear. falco's bee held so damn high on the chart of what he should be doing and what level of performance he should be upholding if wanted have something as basic as human rights. tense shoulders seem to slump in a gentle relax, and before he could tell his eyelids to blink, his eyes are stinging, picking with tears just barely collecting at the corners.

tears of emotion, and silently tucked happiness through validation and treatment. he keeps his head low, as to not bring attention to this (he's easily shy, doesn't enjoy too much attention on himself to begin with), and presses his lips together, but it doesn't avoid the gentle smile prying its way out of it. the swipes by his eyes are quick and precise, to make sure nothing gets on the papers that he's stacked and marked neatly into a pile and started on the next. veins are done. ]

I finished this one— I'm going to get started on arteries and skin, sir. I'll review everything again this evening, to start clean tomorrow.

[ so he could get a head start—! ]