[His expression turns somber at the reminder of what it was he meant to do the eve before. Nothing so grim as to require a blade or the like, but enough to grind away at a stone of guilt within his chest. He had meant to...
And had drank himself silly trying to find the courage to do it. A poor comedy, but a comedy nonetheless.]
...It can wait. [He replies after a moment, exhaling softly. He's confident Sidurgu won't push the matter any further- it's not in either of their natures to pry too deeply- but he cannot help the coil of uncertainty that winds about his chest all the same. It's impossible, after all, to not know that his feelings towards the Pillars- towards House Fortemps- is complicated. Not after that spectacular debacle of his soul crystal shattering straight down the middle on their last foray right outside its steps.
Even now, after everything in Gyr Abania, it is not a conversation he is ready to have with others.]
What were you doing awake at this hour anyway? [The turn in conversation is, perhaps, a blatant one as he shuffles alongside the Xaela, trying to find his footing and succeeding only partially. While he's not swayed yet from leaving as soon as able, still not wanting to concern Rielle unnecessarily (and certainly not over a bout of drunken idiocy,) he cannot deny the temptation to stay is there, lingering in the back of his mind. A temptation bolstered by both the desire to delay the inevitable and to spend a little time catching up with those whom he would readily consider close as family.]
⤞obsidian_heart
[His expression turns somber at the reminder of what it was he meant to do the eve before. Nothing so grim as to require a blade or the like, but enough to grind away at a stone of guilt within his chest. He had meant to...
And had drank himself silly trying to find the courage to do it. A poor comedy, but a comedy nonetheless.]
...It can wait. [He replies after a moment, exhaling softly. He's confident Sidurgu won't push the matter any further- it's not in either of their natures to pry too deeply- but he cannot help the coil of uncertainty that winds about his chest all the same. It's impossible, after all, to not know that his feelings towards the Pillars- towards House Fortemps- is complicated. Not after that spectacular debacle of his soul crystal shattering straight down the middle on their last foray right outside its steps.
Even now, after everything in Gyr Abania, it is not a conversation he is ready to have with others.]
What were you doing awake at this hour anyway? [The turn in conversation is, perhaps, a blatant one as he shuffles alongside the Xaela, trying to find his footing and succeeding only partially. While he's not swayed yet from leaving as soon as able, still not wanting to concern Rielle unnecessarily (and certainly not over a bout of drunken idiocy,) he cannot deny the temptation to stay is there, lingering in the back of his mind. A temptation bolstered by both the desire to delay the inevitable and to spend a little time catching up with those whom he would readily consider close as family.]