01.Sep.18, 07:34 PM
Z’rin was just relaxing at the confirmation that N’mor wasn’t going anywhere when the bronzerider was suddenly letting go of his hand and running off. Panic didn’t set back in –much—thanks to the words that accompanied the action and N’mor was treated with a confused glance as Z’rin tried to figure out what he could have gotten. He desperately wanted to sit up so he could see properly but another attempt gave him a dizzying reminder as to why he couldn’t do more than gawk when the gift was announced.
N’mor thought about contacting his daughter for him? Z’rin could feel his eyes starting to swim with unshed tears but he couldn’t help it. Not only was someone he cared for not leaving him alone and more or less stranded, he was in that someone’s thoughts enough to consider what he might want or need. It was likely due to having a little sister and N’mor probably thought about her and how she’d react to hearing her brother was injured but it still meant something to the bluerider that was clutching the note tightly. “Thank you,” he croaked, frustrated with the dry throat that was now battling the urge to sob.
“Would you read it to me? It’s a bit difficult from this position,” he gave a crooked half smile as he held the letter back to N’mor. While it was the truth, and he was grateful that it was, Z’rin knew he’d take forever reading the letter even at peak condition. He should probably tell N’mor sooner rather than later that he had trouble reading before a third awkward moment popped up with a letter appearing. “I don’t mind you knowing whatever’s in it, and if you have the time later, we can reply back to her and let her know she can definitely visit soon.”
He watched N’mor carefully to see if such trust and intimacy with a family matter would bother him but before the bronzerider could speak, Z’rin realised the bastard had deftly avoided answering the more important questions that had been tossed at him and he needed to be called out for it; even playfully like the smile he couldn’t quite hold back revealed. “And don’t think I didn’t notice your lack of reply about sleep and eating.”
N’mor thought about contacting his daughter for him? Z’rin could feel his eyes starting to swim with unshed tears but he couldn’t help it. Not only was someone he cared for not leaving him alone and more or less stranded, he was in that someone’s thoughts enough to consider what he might want or need. It was likely due to having a little sister and N’mor probably thought about her and how she’d react to hearing her brother was injured but it still meant something to the bluerider that was clutching the note tightly. “Thank you,” he croaked, frustrated with the dry throat that was now battling the urge to sob.
“Would you read it to me? It’s a bit difficult from this position,” he gave a crooked half smile as he held the letter back to N’mor. While it was the truth, and he was grateful that it was, Z’rin knew he’d take forever reading the letter even at peak condition. He should probably tell N’mor sooner rather than later that he had trouble reading before a third awkward moment popped up with a letter appearing. “I don’t mind you knowing whatever’s in it, and if you have the time later, we can reply back to her and let her know she can definitely visit soon.”
He watched N’mor carefully to see if such trust and intimacy with a family matter would bother him but before the bronzerider could speak, Z’rin realised the bastard had deftly avoided answering the more important questions that had been tossed at him and he needed to be called out for it; even playfully like the smile he couldn’t quite hold back revealed. “And don’t think I didn’t notice your lack of reply about sleep and eating.”