03.Oct.19, 12:46 PM
It was a little surreal to F’drel, that R’dal had come back and was hugging him and was apparently not mad anymore and maybe didn’t totally hate him? Because he really didn’t want R’dal to hate him or be mad. F’drel pressed his face more firmly against R’dal’s shoulder, trying not to cry in relief and exhaustion. He failed, and a distant part of him felt bad for getting R’dal’s shirt damp, but for once more of him just didn’t care.
He let R’dal’s words wash over him, trying to just listen to his friend and accept that he meant what he said and not overthink everything and send himself into another anxiety spiral. F’drel opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t figure out what, so he closed his mouth again, furrowing his face in concentration as he tried to think. Eventually, he gave up.
“I don’t know how,” he admitted quietly, “I don’t know where to start.”
He let R’dal’s words wash over him, trying to just listen to his friend and accept that he meant what he said and not overthink everything and send himself into another anxiety spiral. F’drel opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t figure out what, so he closed his mouth again, furrowing his face in concentration as he tried to think. Eventually, he gave up.
“I don’t know how,” he admitted quietly, “I don’t know where to start.”