07.Sep.18, 11:30 PM
N’mor gave his friend a dry look at the quip, one corner of his lips twitching but otherwise managing not to react to the humour. Not that he didn’t appreciate it, he truly did and really, until that moment he hadn’t realised exactly how starved he had been for interaction with his best friend. Shaking his head slightly in amusement, N’mor gave in and let a small smile claim his lips for a moment, though it gave way to a frown when T’ryn spoke again, and N’mor pursed his lips.
“Your permission is appreciated,” N’mor drawled, realising by the way T’ryn had spoke that he had turned down the unspoken invitation to get together. Honestly, that hurt – a lot – and N’mor’s expression hardened into a neutral state, lips pursed as he watched T’ryn as his fellow bronzerider continued to babble, wondering if he was trying to convince himself, or N’mor of what he was saying. Did it matter? Probably not; T’ryn wasn’t a pushover and N’mor respected him too much as a rule (though not quite int hat moment) to push him into something he was obviously talking himself out of. Well fine. Whatever.
When T’ryn came towards him and took his hand, N’mor’s frown deepened and he scowled at T’ryn, especially when he started babbling. N’mor licked his lips, expression still irritated. “You’ll be waiting a long time,” he grumbled. He’d made two plays for his best friend, and been turned away both times. He wasn’t going to do it again, because fuck it, a guy could only handle so much hurt and rejection! At least this time it was clearly just a sexual relationship being turned away, and not their friendship. Nevertheless, N’mor snorted and took his hand back. “Fine,” he stated, though he was clearly not thrilled with the turn of events. “Friends?” Pale eyes shifted to meet T’ryn’s solidly, refusing to let his friend look away until he got a response.
“Your permission is appreciated,” N’mor drawled, realising by the way T’ryn had spoke that he had turned down the unspoken invitation to get together. Honestly, that hurt – a lot – and N’mor’s expression hardened into a neutral state, lips pursed as he watched T’ryn as his fellow bronzerider continued to babble, wondering if he was trying to convince himself, or N’mor of what he was saying. Did it matter? Probably not; T’ryn wasn’t a pushover and N’mor respected him too much as a rule (though not quite int hat moment) to push him into something he was obviously talking himself out of. Well fine. Whatever.
When T’ryn came towards him and took his hand, N’mor’s frown deepened and he scowled at T’ryn, especially when he started babbling. N’mor licked his lips, expression still irritated. “You’ll be waiting a long time,” he grumbled. He’d made two plays for his best friend, and been turned away both times. He wasn’t going to do it again, because fuck it, a guy could only handle so much hurt and rejection! At least this time it was clearly just a sexual relationship being turned away, and not their friendship. Nevertheless, N’mor snorted and took his hand back. “Fine,” he stated, though he was clearly not thrilled with the turn of events. “Friends?” Pale eyes shifted to meet T’ryn’s solidly, refusing to let his friend look away until he got a response.