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04.Sep.18, 06:12 AM
Z'rin wiped at the tears that had escaped while N'mor read the letter. He wasn't always there for his daughter since her mom was fine raising her with whatever amount of effort he put in, but he tried his best. He thought he had had a good childhood when he was a kid and believed at the time he'd always be loved and cared for. Being abandoned --whether they thought he was dead or not never really mattered to his reasoning-- had shattered all of that. When he found out he was going to be a father, Z'rin was terrified. He wanted to be better than his parents had been but he feared he wouldn't be and always gently eased his way into her life. He spent time with her and gave her gifts but the real parenting always came down to her mother. To have his baby girl worry about him and want to see him had been too much. They had entered a slightly rough patch recently where she was getting a sassy mouth with him but he knew she still loved him. The letter confirmed that as well as make him feel guilty for causing her any level of stress and fear.
Grateful that N'mor gave him that moment to compose himself and not comment on it, Z'rin nodded at the idea to reply later and chuckled when his badgering was finally given a response. "I'm glad to hear it but I wonder if we have different definitions of those terms. I imagine you've been given enough time for both but I know you're too kind to sit idle for long before the urge to help returns." It wasn't even the fact that N'mor was a bronzerider and expected to lead and set examples of being a hard worker. Z'rin truly thought the young man was a kind soul --possibly more so than most believed-- and he would want to look after friends that were injured, checking that others ate and slept, and offering to run any other task that might need to be done while he was around. Z'rin liked to believe he'd be the same way and was angry with himself for being hurt to a point where he couldn't even help himself, let alone anyone else.
"Lie down with me. It's not a lot of room but I have a bit more on this side I can scoot to," Z'rin patted the bronzerider-free side of the bed with his hand even as he measured how much space was left. Given what he felt and how much he saw before him, they could make it work. It was just the scooting that might take some time to do as he gave a test run that had him inhaling sharply. "And at least one of us needs more fellis and numbweed or whatever soon." He was doing his best to get through the pain but Z'rin knew he was going to reach his tolerance soon if he kept trying to move and he didn't want N'mor to see him suffering or as a cranky jerk.
Grateful that N'mor gave him that moment to compose himself and not comment on it, Z'rin nodded at the idea to reply later and chuckled when his badgering was finally given a response. "I'm glad to hear it but I wonder if we have different definitions of those terms. I imagine you've been given enough time for both but I know you're too kind to sit idle for long before the urge to help returns." It wasn't even the fact that N'mor was a bronzerider and expected to lead and set examples of being a hard worker. Z'rin truly thought the young man was a kind soul --possibly more so than most believed-- and he would want to look after friends that were injured, checking that others ate and slept, and offering to run any other task that might need to be done while he was around. Z'rin liked to believe he'd be the same way and was angry with himself for being hurt to a point where he couldn't even help himself, let alone anyone else.
"Lie down with me. It's not a lot of room but I have a bit more on this side I can scoot to," Z'rin patted the bronzerider-free side of the bed with his hand even as he measured how much space was left. Given what he felt and how much he saw before him, they could make it work. It was just the scooting that might take some time to do as he gave a test run that had him inhaling sharply. "And at least one of us needs more fellis and numbweed or whatever soon." He was doing his best to get through the pain but Z'rin knew he was going to reach his tolerance soon if he kept trying to move and he didn't want N'mor to see him suffering or as a cranky jerk.
