[ At least she's honest. Maybe he's being insensitive—it's easy to charge ahead when he has an oath to fulfill, a death to avenge. Easy to miss the people at his side, too. He doesn't know what to do with her, at a loss for a moment.
Eventually, he wilts. ]
Thank you, Flayn. [ He says so quietly, before crouching to help her gather supplies, sweeping in more leaves and tinder with his arm. ] I'm happy to join you, of course—I apologize if I didn't seem pleased. These are... trying times.
[She doesn't look up from her work gathering twigs, though.]
You are correct. These times are... difficult. I appreciate your being willing to spend time with me, but... [Her voice trails off.] I do not wish to be a bother to you, either.
[Flayn hesitates, gathering a few more things for kindling.]
Please do tell me if I am being... overbearing. I always got so annoyed when my brother would be so with me, and I have no desire to do the same to you.
[ Dedue is overbearing, sometimes. Seteth is overbearing most of the time. Flayn is just doing a good deed, thinking of him when she doesn't have to.
He is immediately remorseful. ]
You're not a bother at all, Flayn. I am just... [ ugh. ] My moods go dark, sometimes.
[ But as though on cue to interrupt the dourness of the situation, his stomach rumbles. It's loud enough to be embarrassing, hand going to his middle with a surprised huff, like he's forgotten that bodies need sustenance, sometimes. ]
Well, no. It is not alright. I do not like the thought of you suffering alone when your mood turns dark. [She can only imagine how difficult it must be.] If there is anything I can do to assist you at times like those...
[...on the other hand, there is definitely something she can do about his rumbling belly. She gestures down at her fish.]
Perhaps some food will help, then. A meal always seems heartier when you share it with a friend.
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[ At least she's honest. Maybe he's being insensitive—it's easy to charge ahead when he has an oath to fulfill, a death to avenge. Easy to miss the people at his side, too. He doesn't know what to do with her, at a loss for a moment.
Eventually, he wilts. ]
Thank you, Flayn. [ He says so quietly, before crouching to help her gather supplies, sweeping in more leaves and tinder with his arm. ] I'm happy to join you, of course—I apologize if I didn't seem pleased. These are... trying times.
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[She doesn't look up from her work gathering twigs, though.]
You are correct. These times are... difficult. I appreciate your being willing to spend time with me, but... [Her voice trails off.] I do not wish to be a bother to you, either.
[Flayn hesitates, gathering a few more things for kindling.]
Please do tell me if I am being... overbearing. I always got so annoyed when my brother would be so with me, and I have no desire to do the same to you.
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He is immediately remorseful. ]
You're not a bother at all, Flayn. I am just... [ ugh. ] My moods go dark, sometimes.
[ But as though on cue to interrupt the dourness of the situation, his stomach rumbles. It's loud enough to be embarrassing, hand going to his middle with a surprised huff, like he's forgotten that bodies need sustenance, sometimes. ]
...Or maybe I'm just hungry.
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[A beat.]
Well, no. It is not alright. I do not like the thought of you suffering alone when your mood turns dark. [She can only imagine how difficult it must be.] If there is anything I can do to assist you at times like those...
[...on the other hand, there is definitely something she can do about his rumbling belly. She gestures down at her fish.]
Perhaps some food will help, then. A meal always seems heartier when you share it with a friend.