[Is he maybe a little bit attached to having his hair petted, after all the time he'd spent sleeping and basking in it across the past few days? Can't blame him for fond associations. Or being a little touch-starved.]
Oh, 'twas my favorite part of all those days of incapacitation. Rare pleasant sensations become all the more pronounced in the face of the overwhelming other sort.
[He pulls Ryn a little closer, just kind of adjusting him on his lap, making it easier to hold him and more comfortable to relax against him.]
Believe it or not, I'm usually the somber raincloud among my comrades. Jaded and brittle as old boot leather, I am.
I'm sure they've called me worse behind closed doors.
[He's kidding, largely, but then after a moment he turns sort of thoughtful, still gently nudging into the fingers carding through his hair.]
...For the longest time, here, it didn't feel...right, to not have people to care about and protect. It made the distance between myself and my comrades extra painful, I think.
[He hums softly.]
What I mean is, I'm glad to have this. You. The lot of you, to be mine in some fashion. To be the anchor that tethers me and reminds me...who I am, I suppose.
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[Frankly it's dangerous enough as it is, teaching him as much as he already knows. Although that last one is a little...suspect...]
Mm. Now that's as pleasing to say as it is on the ear. I could get to like this.
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[he's flushed purple, still, but pleasantly so, an arm draped around thancred's shoulders.]
In-eo?
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[hmmm. contemplating...
he runs his fingers through his hair.]
In-belore suran'dalah.
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[Is he maybe a little bit attached to having his hair petted, after all the time he'd spent sleeping and basking in it across the past few days? Can't blame him for fond associations. Or being a little touch-starved.]
Your heart's sunshine, is it?
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[obviously.
it's a little easier to be this free with it, now.]
But yes, it's something like that. Think you've proven you're good at providing it even in a place like this.
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[He pulls Ryn a little closer, just kind of adjusting him on his lap, making it easier to hold him and more comfortable to relax against him.]
Believe it or not, I'm usually the somber raincloud among my comrades. Jaded and brittle as old boot leather, I am.
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[tweaks his ear. you little shit.]
...but you haven't been any kind of raincloud, here. Not to us.
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[Careful with the merchandise, pal, you're going to pierce that later.]
Speaking for more than yourself, isne ul?
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[he doubts that's what thancred is to anyone that he speaks with, here.]
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[He's kidding, largely, but then after a moment he turns sort of thoughtful, still gently nudging into the fingers carding through his hair.]
...For the longest time, here, it didn't feel...right, to not have people to care about and protect. It made the distance between myself and my comrades extra painful, I think.
[He hums softly.]
What I mean is, I'm glad to have this. You. The lot of you, to be mine in some fashion. To be the anchor that tethers me and reminds me...who I am, I suppose.