I know. And I shouldn't impose on you as much as I do. I know full well I do it, and that it's hardly fair to you.
[He sets the mandolin carefully aside at last, leaning back in the sand until he can feel the grains between strands of his hair, familiar-soft against the nape of his neck. If he pretends, he can almost imagine the stars in the Eorzean sky (Urianger's constellations, the Bole and Spear and all that, which he always pretended to never pay attention to and really did) overhead instead of just the artificial atmosphere.]
I offered you my star because I thought you were unhappy on yours. What you'd said about most of your friends really being more his than yours — I thought you were lonely, and how I could imagine a good dozen people you would get along with on Eitherys. 'Twas just because I don't like the thought of you being lonely. And because I know that's not something I can remedy on my own, other than to offer you that.
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[He sets the mandolin carefully aside at last, leaning back in the sand until he can feel the grains between strands of his hair, familiar-soft against the nape of his neck. If he pretends, he can almost imagine the stars in the Eorzean sky (Urianger's constellations, the Bole and Spear and all that, which he always pretended to never pay attention to and really did) overhead instead of just the artificial atmosphere.]
I offered you my star because I thought you were unhappy on yours. What you'd said about most of your friends really being more his than yours — I thought you were lonely, and how I could imagine a good dozen people you would get along with on Eitherys. 'Twas just because I don't like the thought of you being lonely. And because I know that's not something I can remedy on my own, other than to offer you that.