[he's still a little bit knee-jerk resistant to it, a self-protective reflex kicking in. he doesn't say no immediately, but he does look for a few moments like he wants to before he sets it aside.]
...all right.
I'm not leaving immediately. Depending on what happens, I'll-- maybe I'll stay.
I find that difficult to believe, with how highly you prize my flattery. Are you suggesting you wouldn't blush if I were to whisper sweet nothings into your ear?
[He drags his fingers over one of Ryn's ears again, as if to punctuate his point.]
[he finishes the joint and exhales one more time, then carefully snuffs it. with that done, he gets more comfortable, shifting to lay on his side with his head still pillowed in thancred's lap.]
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[a slight shake of his head, there. maybe he will, maybe he won't.]
Can't tell if it'll feel like abandoning him to it if I don't, or if it'll feel like something I shouldn't have seen if I do.
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It may be that I can't, but. If you need me, you have me. All right?
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...all right.
I'm not leaving immediately. Depending on what happens, I'll-- maybe I'll stay.
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[He motions vaguely at Ryn's hand, the joint and its curling smoke.]
...I'll look after you, if you need it. If that's what it takes for you to endure it.
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[he huffs out something that's halfway to an amused sound, as he takes another pull from the joint.]
No, I can handle myself like this. It's not half as strong as what I used at home.
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[Ryn's half-amusement earns one of his ears a light pinch. Not enough to hurt, really; just playfully chiding.]
Have you considered the possibility that that's what I want?
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[that ear flicks when it's tweaked.
he was drinking before he started smoking, he's at least somewhat more honest. less brain to mouth filter.]
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[Also dashingly good-looking.]
You could always just chalk it up to me being a romantic at heart.
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[dashing, he can have.]
But if that's your type, then you should know I'm not one.
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[He drags his fingers over one of Ryn's ears again, as if to punctuate his point.]
Or that you wouldn't ask for more when I stopped?
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[huff... his ear twitches again, with an accompanying little shiver.]
Not a slight against you, I'm not interested in-- 'sweet nothings' from anyone.
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[But he did allow the familiarity of a proffered lap pillow, so you know, it's not a total loss.]
Only keeping me around for my body, then?
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[hmm. he considers a moment, though.]
Suppose your company counts.
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[Heh.]
All jests aside, I'm fond of yours as well.
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[he finishes the joint and exhales one more time, then carefully snuffs it. with that done, he gets more comfortable, shifting to lay on his side with his head still pillowed in thancred's lap.]
...stay for a while, then.