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03.Jul.18, 12:14 PM
Well, that definitely answered whether or not he was good at handling such situations. Z’rin held his hands up as N’mor jumped to his feet lest he accidentally hit the younger man and kept them raised before him in a gesture of ‘I mean you no harm’ and realised it wasn’t going to work so he set them in his now empty cold lap. He silently watched N’mor finish his wine and bring the glass to the kitchen. His own glass had been set on the floor to the side of the couch a while ago, having finished it and setting it aside out of the way. He knew he’d end up dropping it while he spaced out and enjoyed the quiet time with a friend.
Of course he had to ruin that time some other way and he couldn’t fathom what set N’mor off so much. They could tease each other without issue before and thought he was doing it again then with an easy off-handed comment that people made all the time. There was clearly something either in his past or with the argument with T’ryn and Z’rin frowned over how careless he could be with words.
“No,” Z’rin stated firmly as he got to his feet and closed the space between them. “I’m not going anywhere, at least not yet. You can kick me out after if you’d like and I’ll go then.” He wanted to pull N’mor into a hug—the boy seemed to be in desperate need of one—but he didn’t want to risk touching N’mor while he was so upset over a comment made about hitting someone. Z’rin didn’t think N’mor would swing but he was afraid the bronzerider would think he was trying to hurt him.
N’mor was a bit shorter than him but Z’rin didn’t want to crowd him entirely by lording over him and ended up kneeling. It did nothing to put them on the same eye level, leaving him far lower, but in that moment, Z’rin decided being in the more vulnerable position was best. “I’m sorry, N’mor. It was a joke in poor taste. I meant it only as a punch to the arm while rolling your eyes at my obvious statement. I know you would never hit me or anyone. That’s not who you are. I’m sorry I made you think that for even a moment.”
Of course he had to ruin that time some other way and he couldn’t fathom what set N’mor off so much. They could tease each other without issue before and thought he was doing it again then with an easy off-handed comment that people made all the time. There was clearly something either in his past or with the argument with T’ryn and Z’rin frowned over how careless he could be with words.
“No,” Z’rin stated firmly as he got to his feet and closed the space between them. “I’m not going anywhere, at least not yet. You can kick me out after if you’d like and I’ll go then.” He wanted to pull N’mor into a hug—the boy seemed to be in desperate need of one—but he didn’t want to risk touching N’mor while he was so upset over a comment made about hitting someone. Z’rin didn’t think N’mor would swing but he was afraid the bronzerider would think he was trying to hurt him.
N’mor was a bit shorter than him but Z’rin didn’t want to crowd him entirely by lording over him and ended up kneeling. It did nothing to put them on the same eye level, leaving him far lower, but in that moment, Z’rin decided being in the more vulnerable position was best. “I’m sorry, N’mor. It was a joke in poor taste. I meant it only as a punch to the arm while rolling your eyes at my obvious statement. I know you would never hit me or anyone. That’s not who you are. I’m sorry I made you think that for even a moment.”
