What is he to say, that this is a comfort to him? In so many ways it is not: he is unused to companionship, to conversation, to the concept of comfort itself, and it is so often the case in regards to humekind that the strongest of salves are drawn only from familiarity alone.
But somewhere beneath the rest he can still faintly remember what it was to think shared warmth a restful mercy. Associated with his brother, true, but such perceptions can be altered with experience.
"Am relieved to hear it, then. And trust that if I had more dislike for the experience, I would make such grievances plain."
He exhales thinly, the edge of his mouth drawn tight as he thinks for a beat longer, before adding:
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What is he to say, that this is a comfort to him? In so many ways it is not: he is unused to companionship, to conversation, to the concept of comfort itself, and it is so often the case in regards to humekind that the strongest of salves are drawn only from familiarity alone.
But somewhere beneath the rest he can still faintly remember what it was to think shared warmth a restful mercy. Associated with his brother, true, but such perceptions can be altered with experience.
"Am relieved to hear it, then. And trust that if I had more dislike for the experience, I would make such grievances plain."
He exhales thinly, the edge of his mouth drawn tight as he thinks for a beat longer, before adding:
"Tell me of it, your home."