[He's looking quietly at the door, and then he slowly looks back to Elthinion. The smile he gives is shaky and weak.]
Heh... I know. [He holds a blink.] It's not exactly as if I can blame you. I'm eighteen years old, so what do I know about life or emotions?
[He looks away.] My powers don't make me more qualified than anyone else. I can talk big all I want, and then I turn around and emotionally torture Satan themselves...
[His shoulders jerk a little, and his eyes begin to water again.] When I met you— when I met Tiernan, I didn't trust you— him. [He's clearly struggling with this a little.] ... he kind of scared me, honestly. But then when I saw his heart's image... [He blinks, and some of the tears fall.] .. I guess that's when I saw you. You were so concerned for me after what had happened.
I felt like y—... Tiernan wasn't so bad after all. [He draws his legs up close to him and hugs them.] And the more I got to know him, the more I admired him. He seemed so sharp and analytical and calm in the midst of all the chaos.
[A sniff as more tears fall. His grip on himself tightens.] I guess it kind of felt like a sibling relationship, in a way. Him, the protective, helpful older brother... me, the plucky, naive younger brother.
... and why would an older brother listen to the words of his kid brother? After all, he probably knows better.
[He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes with an arm, falling quiet. If anything, he looks a little bewildered. He doesn't usually open up to anyone with his problems like this, but here he was, spilling his heart to Elthinion...]
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Date: 2020-01-25 03:47 am (UTC)Heh... I know. [He holds a blink.] It's not exactly as if I can blame you. I'm eighteen years old, so what do I know about life or emotions?
[He looks away.] My powers don't make me more qualified than anyone else. I can talk big all I want, and then I turn around and emotionally torture Satan themselves...
[His shoulders jerk a little, and his eyes begin to water again.] When I met you— when I met Tiernan, I didn't trust you— him. [He's clearly struggling with this a little.] ... he kind of scared me, honestly. But then when I saw his heart's image... [He blinks, and some of the tears fall.] .. I guess that's when I saw you. You were so concerned for me after what had happened.
I felt like y—... Tiernan wasn't so bad after all. [He draws his legs up close to him and hugs them.] And the more I got to know him, the more I admired him. He seemed so sharp and analytical and calm in the midst of all the chaos.
[A sniff as more tears fall. His grip on himself tightens.] I guess it kind of felt like a sibling relationship, in a way. Him, the protective, helpful older brother... me, the plucky, naive younger brother.
... and why would an older brother listen to the words of his kid brother? After all, he probably knows better.
[He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes with an arm, falling quiet. If anything, he looks a little bewildered. He doesn't usually open up to anyone with his problems like this, but here he was, spilling his heart to Elthinion...]