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20.Feb.12, 03:44 PM
B'jin's outburst startled Talian, who drew back as if he feared being hurt. He'd witnessed hints of explosive anger in B'jin before and in spite of himself, he still feared being the subject of it. He knew it was foolish. B'jin would never actually hurt him, at least not physically. B'jin had hurt Talian, and in the worst way possible - by ripping his life from him and telling him to get over it. That, coupled with the total unpredictability, was enough to send the healer cringing for a microsecond.
It passed soon enough. Seconds later, Talian found himself twined neatly with the greenrider, giving a reassuring but terrifically fragile hug. "I already has something," Talian whispered, his voice faint and delicate as he gradually tightened his grip on B'jin. He hated to see B'jin like this. Shards, the man was the picture of happiness most of the time, so gentle that his affection was contagious. This was unbearable.
He closed his eyes tightly as he felt Larrikith's unwelcome presence again. He kept his thoughts to himself, but he didn't care for her advice. He wished she would just go away. If any part of him suspected her approval, he was willfully ignorant towards it. He didn't care what she thought and had no particular desire to reconcile with her. As far as he was concerned, she was just another abusive authority figure that liked to throw her weight around, someone to tolerate when necessary and ignore otherwise. They only had one thing in common, and that was concern for B'jin.
"Yeah," he sighed at length, so distracted by his own sickening sense of worry that he didn't hear the question at first. He didn't include a comment on how he wished she wouldn't; B'jin surely knew that by now. Oh well, overriding circumstances.
"It's okay," he said gingerly. He peeled himself away and looked at B'jin, face torn with weariness and concern. He'd come to complain about his own life, but in at the moment, B'jin was more important. He'd listened to the healer complain plenty of times, it was the least he could do to repay the favor.
What else could he say? "...I know it's not the same thing, but..I lost a lot of sleep the first time I lost a patient," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked directly into B'jin's sad eyes and frowned, his own expression matching the greenrider's melancholy. "I..wish I could do more to help. Do you need anything else?" He wanted to ask if there was anything else B'jin needed to talk about, but well...Larrikith was probably right, and Talian wasn't one to press.
It passed soon enough. Seconds later, Talian found himself twined neatly with the greenrider, giving a reassuring but terrifically fragile hug. "I already has something," Talian whispered, his voice faint and delicate as he gradually tightened his grip on B'jin. He hated to see B'jin like this. Shards, the man was the picture of happiness most of the time, so gentle that his affection was contagious. This was unbearable.
He closed his eyes tightly as he felt Larrikith's unwelcome presence again. He kept his thoughts to himself, but he didn't care for her advice. He wished she would just go away. If any part of him suspected her approval, he was willfully ignorant towards it. He didn't care what she thought and had no particular desire to reconcile with her. As far as he was concerned, she was just another abusive authority figure that liked to throw her weight around, someone to tolerate when necessary and ignore otherwise. They only had one thing in common, and that was concern for B'jin.
"Yeah," he sighed at length, so distracted by his own sickening sense of worry that he didn't hear the question at first. He didn't include a comment on how he wished she wouldn't; B'jin surely knew that by now. Oh well, overriding circumstances.
"It's okay," he said gingerly. He peeled himself away and looked at B'jin, face torn with weariness and concern. He'd come to complain about his own life, but in at the moment, B'jin was more important. He'd listened to the healer complain plenty of times, it was the least he could do to repay the favor.
What else could he say? "...I know it's not the same thing, but..I lost a lot of sleep the first time I lost a patient," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked directly into B'jin's sad eyes and frowned, his own expression matching the greenrider's melancholy. "I..wish I could do more to help. Do you need anything else?" He wanted to ask if there was anything else B'jin needed to talk about, but well...Larrikith was probably right, and Talian wasn't one to press.
