[yea it's weird but it's the only thing keeping him from just straight up bolting and running back to the pillow fort. regardless he'll let it settle on his lap as he listens to claude speak and -
well. his emotions reflect his own sadness at that. the idea of losing someone for the first time - it's a scar that's long since been scabbed over for him. even still, the pain of it is fresh when sitting next to someone going through it for the first time.]
.... something that you normally don't regard as a blessing - but it makes the first cut even deeper.
(Something one doesnt regard as a blessing until it occurs or comes to close. It's something he'd thought of at Jeralt's service and this experience only confirms his thoughts. It cuts deeper, just like Soo-Won has said.
He glances over towards him, looking him over through this sad aura of his and laughs lightly, holding his head up as he speaks,)
Of course, someone doesn't become like us without going through something. (And now, they're just a little more similar, he thinks,) I'm sorry for yours, too.
(Whoever they were. However it felt. Whenever it was.)
You don't have to worry about me. I might be down now.... (He'll admit that much,) But I've never been the type of guy to sit still for long.
(This is just a break before he gets back up again.)
[the idea of constantly bouncing back, because you don't have an option otherwise. when people look to you, you can't remain on the ground. you have to brush yourself off and lead.
but still, he offers a smile, gentle and understanding.]
... but I won't worry you any more than a friend would - but as a friend, I am required to worry over you.
At the very least, you needn't force yourself for me.
I never really had a lot of friends growing up. It's still kind of strange to me.
(He shrugs,)
Tell me about yourself. Or anything that's on your mind. Maybe something you want to make sure is remembered or something you've learned. Or maybe just a story. I'm not picky right now.
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well. his emotions reflect his own sadness at that. the idea of losing someone for the first time - it's a scar that's long since been scabbed over for him. even still, the pain of it is fresh when sitting next to someone going through it for the first time.]
.... something that you normally don't regard as a blessing - but it makes the first cut even deeper.
[his empathy is strong.]
I'm sorry then, for your loss as well.
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He glances over towards him, looking him over through this sad aura of his and laughs lightly, holding his head up as he speaks,)
Of course, someone doesn't become like us without going through something. (And now, they're just a little more similar, he thinks,) I'm sorry for yours, too.
(Whoever they were. However it felt. Whenever it was.)
You don't have to worry about me. I might be down now.... (He'll admit that much,) But I've never been the type of guy to sit still for long.
(This is just a break before he gets back up again.)
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[the idea of constantly bouncing back, because you don't have an option otherwise. when people look to you, you can't remain on the ground. you have to brush yourself off and lead.
but still, he offers a smile, gentle and understanding.]
... but I won't worry you any more than a friend would - but as a friend, I am required to worry over you.
At the very least, you needn't force yourself for me.
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Is that what we are?
(He's teasing! Let him have some fun.)
If I don't keep moving, I get antsy and trust me, no one wants that. Why don't we talk about something instead?
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[just be friends with the whole world!
but he'll just huff out a little amused breath at that before tilting his head]
Very well. What would you like to talk about?
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(He shrugs,)
Tell me about yourself. Or anything that's on your mind. Maybe something you want to make sure is remembered or something you've learned. Or maybe just a story. I'm not picky right now.