It's a thought exercise, Thancred, suspend a little disbelief.

[he manages a half smile with that, brief as it is. honestly, roll with him here.

when thancred's hand covers his, he doesn't shy from the touch-- it seems to ease a little tension, after a moment. rynlan denies it, often turns down offered contact, but maybe he's a little starved for it. a little bit.

and as for what he says-- honestly, in a fucked up little way he's wanted to hear this for years. to not be told he's wrong. to be acknowledged in his thoughts, rational or not, and then told it didn't matter.

the breath he takes in shakes, slightly.]

It was hard. I didn't want to. If I had it in me to resent him for making me live I just might've.

[but he didn't. he couldn't. not him.]