Different.

[ a mild, feline blink follows that outburst, and graves' brows arch. ]

And it seems as if that isn't the only thing. Oh dear. [ he hesitates, then reaches to gently brush a knuckle beneath avery's eye, mouth quirking up faintly. ] As you can see, I am not a statue of rust. However.. [ he trails off uncertainly, hand drawing back. ] I fear that Nacht is still at the center of my troubles.