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23.Feb.12, 06:32 PM
The healer accepted B'jin's touch without complaint, gripping the greenrider with unusual boldness and strength, as if he couldn't bear to let go. "That's just the thing, B'jin," he whispered, voice strained and tight. "She was all I had. Everything good in me is there because of her." His parents were garbage. His siblings didn't matter. He had n friends. There was just her. How was he supposed to remember her without remaining obsessed with her? How could he give her the place she deserved in his mind and heart without remaining tethered to her, drowning as if bound to an anchor?
He swallowed hard and gave B'jin a particularly tight squeeze. "Well...now there's you, and Eri, and the others..." he whimpered, still struggling to maintain command of his own voice. He didn't want to cry. He'd done quite enough of that lately. Instead he fell silent for a few long moments, enjoying B'jin's obvious concern and considering the older man's equally obvious remorse. B'jin was speaking from the heart. Talian couldn't see B'jin;s eyes fixed on that drawing, but he was far from stupid. After B'jin's little outburst earlier, that weight of experience in his voice could only be a reference to one thing.
Somehow, B'jin had managed to make Talian feel bad for being unhappy. Now it felt to the young healer that he was just bringing B'jin down, too.
He frowned as B'jin asked his next question. Talian buried his face against B'jin's neck and let out a long sigh, his body relaxing as if in complete lethargy. "I don't know how to answer that," he said with a striking coldness that was entirely foreign in the young man's voice. "I hate not knowing. I hate that I didn't even get to say goodbye to her, or that she'll never know what happened to me." His words slowed to a crawl. "But I don't think there's an answer I would like to hear, either..." he sighed. "Worse case scenario, she's pregnant and alone and miserable and still worried about me, and there's nothing I can do about it...Best case, she's moved on and forgotten all about me already, and I really am a complete loser," he said.
Who was he kidding? He was a complete loser either way. No amount of intellect could change that. No shoulder knots, no title, no nothing.
He swallowed hard and gave B'jin a particularly tight squeeze. "Well...now there's you, and Eri, and the others..." he whimpered, still struggling to maintain command of his own voice. He didn't want to cry. He'd done quite enough of that lately. Instead he fell silent for a few long moments, enjoying B'jin's obvious concern and considering the older man's equally obvious remorse. B'jin was speaking from the heart. Talian couldn't see B'jin;s eyes fixed on that drawing, but he was far from stupid. After B'jin's little outburst earlier, that weight of experience in his voice could only be a reference to one thing.
Somehow, B'jin had managed to make Talian feel bad for being unhappy. Now it felt to the young healer that he was just bringing B'jin down, too.
He frowned as B'jin asked his next question. Talian buried his face against B'jin's neck and let out a long sigh, his body relaxing as if in complete lethargy. "I don't know how to answer that," he said with a striking coldness that was entirely foreign in the young man's voice. "I hate not knowing. I hate that I didn't even get to say goodbye to her, or that she'll never know what happened to me." His words slowed to a crawl. "But I don't think there's an answer I would like to hear, either..." he sighed. "Worse case scenario, she's pregnant and alone and miserable and still worried about me, and there's nothing I can do about it...Best case, she's moved on and forgotten all about me already, and I really am a complete loser," he said.
Who was he kidding? He was a complete loser either way. No amount of intellect could change that. No shoulder knots, no title, no nothing.
