16.Apr.19, 02:39 AM
F’drel found himself momentarily speechless. Well. He’d wanted to know what M’ris thought, hadn’t he? Now he knew. What he didn’t know was what to do about it.
To start, after taking a moment to recover from M’ris’ question, F’drel tried to answer the Weyrleader’s first question. “He’s your son. I imagine you’ll always find a reason to worry about him.” F’drel knew he’d always worry about his siblings, no matter how safe a situation they may seem to be in at any given time. It was just the nature of caring for people in the dangerous world they lived in. He didn’t expect M’ris to be any different. “I do not wish to hurt him, and will never do so intentionally.” F’drel didn’t think he could promise he would never get unexpectedly angry about things and end up upsetting R’dal because of it — even if it wasn’t aimed at R’dal, the bluerider always seemed to think he was somehow at fault. Hopefully it would never happen again, but if it did, F’drel would try to make sure R’dal didn’t blame himself for it. But he couldn’t see a reason he would ever want to hurt R’dal’s feelings on purpose. Hopefully, M’ris could tell he was being truthful.
As for the other two questions…those were harder. Well, technically F’drel could answer truthfully that they were just friends, but should he? Could there be any reason R’dal wanted his father to think he was in a relationship? F’drel could never tell with R’dal, sometimes he seemed oblivious to everything and everyone and then others he seemed to have some complicated hidden plot for getting something to happen. And F’drel didn’t want to accidentally mess with any plan or some such, if R’dal had one. He’d have to ask if he knew his father thought they were dating… Besides, it may be better for F’drel himself if the Weyrleader thought he was dating his son. Actually, maybe it would be worse if it was going to result in him getting called to the Weyrleader’s office all the time. He’d have to think on it more. Better to talk to R’dal first before committing to anything either way — M’ris was R’dal’s father after all, not his, thank fuck.
“We’ve, uh, never discussed it.” F’drel said eventually. It was the truth, at least, and was a neutral statement — neither confirming nor denying anything. Somehow he doubted it’d be sufficient for M’ris.
To start, after taking a moment to recover from M’ris’ question, F’drel tried to answer the Weyrleader’s first question. “He’s your son. I imagine you’ll always find a reason to worry about him.” F’drel knew he’d always worry about his siblings, no matter how safe a situation they may seem to be in at any given time. It was just the nature of caring for people in the dangerous world they lived in. He didn’t expect M’ris to be any different. “I do not wish to hurt him, and will never do so intentionally.” F’drel didn’t think he could promise he would never get unexpectedly angry about things and end up upsetting R’dal because of it — even if it wasn’t aimed at R’dal, the bluerider always seemed to think he was somehow at fault. Hopefully it would never happen again, but if it did, F’drel would try to make sure R’dal didn’t blame himself for it. But he couldn’t see a reason he would ever want to hurt R’dal’s feelings on purpose. Hopefully, M’ris could tell he was being truthful.
As for the other two questions…those were harder. Well, technically F’drel could answer truthfully that they were just friends, but should he? Could there be any reason R’dal wanted his father to think he was in a relationship? F’drel could never tell with R’dal, sometimes he seemed oblivious to everything and everyone and then others he seemed to have some complicated hidden plot for getting something to happen. And F’drel didn’t want to accidentally mess with any plan or some such, if R’dal had one. He’d have to ask if he knew his father thought they were dating… Besides, it may be better for F’drel himself if the Weyrleader thought he was dating his son. Actually, maybe it would be worse if it was going to result in him getting called to the Weyrleader’s office all the time. He’d have to think on it more. Better to talk to R’dal first before committing to anything either way — M’ris was R’dal’s father after all, not his, thank fuck.
“We’ve, uh, never discussed it.” F’drel said eventually. It was the truth, at least, and was a neutral statement — neither confirming nor denying anything. Somehow he doubted it’d be sufficient for M’ris.