C'mon, now, don't be like that. You shouldn't keep stuff like that locked up; it'll just make you crazy, pal.
[Idly, he runs his hand up and down Ashe's arm, keeping him snug against his side. It's not a whole lot, but it brings back memories of sneaking out at night to look at the stars high above the monastery, from the shadows and hidden places topside where the residents of Abyss knew they wouldn't be seen or noticed. He remembers it was always cold, but it bothered the others more than it bothered him, so they'd all end up burrowing against his side just like this sooner or later.
The saddest part is how fast he picks up on what Ashe is feeling, on his vague and inchoate frustrations. How subconsciously he already knows the remedy for such things, distance and patience and giving the other person ample room to be stupid in the most head-scratching possible ways.]
If you need a break, then let me take a crack at it. I told you I'd tell you some great stories about me and Holst from back in the day, right?
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[Idly, he runs his hand up and down Ashe's arm, keeping him snug against his side. It's not a whole lot, but it brings back memories of sneaking out at night to look at the stars high above the monastery, from the shadows and hidden places topside where the residents of Abyss knew they wouldn't be seen or noticed. He remembers it was always cold, but it bothered the others more than it bothered him, so they'd all end up burrowing against his side just like this sooner or later.
The saddest part is how fast he picks up on what Ashe is feeling, on his vague and inchoate frustrations. How subconsciously he already knows the remedy for such things, distance and patience and giving the other person ample room to be stupid in the most head-scratching possible ways.]
If you need a break, then let me take a crack at it. I told you I'd tell you some great stories about me and Holst from back in the day, right?