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25.Feb.12, 06:08 AM
Tal froze in place, shocked at B'jin's apparent disinterest in his apology. The healer didn't know what was going though B'jin's head, but his natural tendencies were going to war with what he knew to be true. He knew B'jin loved him. The greenrider wouldn't tolerate him otherwise. The coldness coming off of B'jin unnerved Talian, who only assumed he was being rejected. He swallowed hard and took a deferring step backwards.
"I appreciate it," he murmured, folding his hands in front of him and looking at his feet. I guess we're both screwed up today he thought dimly. He didn't want to look back up at B'jin. He couldn't bear to see the disappointment and rejection that he anticipated. He wasn't even quite sure what he'd done so wrong, attributing B'jin's sudden distance to his outburst or his complaints rather than the fact that he kept apologizing. He was used to people wanting those apologies, not pushing him away for it. As he stood there in silence, however, the wheels in his head started turning. After all, he wasn't stupid.
Unable to bear it any longer, he popped again.
"B'jin," he said after an uncomfortable pause, "I know I'm awfully pathetic sometimes. And I'm not trying to disparage myself or earn your sympathy. It's true, and you'd have to be blind not to know it," he said, looking back to the greenrider with his usual wide-eyed honesty. "Right now, I don't understand what I've done to upset you. But I do understand that whatever it is, it's pushing you away...and B'jin, I don't think I can live without you."
He swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have spilled all of that on you today....but not because I shouldn't have told you. I should have told you long ago, especially since it's been bothering me. I lose sleep every night, B'jin. I can't even function without taking medicine, but the medicine makes me stupid..." There was a hint of resentment at the word 'stupid'. "But you shared things with me today that I don't think you share with very many people...I don't know, I guess I felt like I owed you. You spent a lot of time trying to get me to talk to you about things, and I..." he paused, the words catching his his throat. "I just kept pushing you away."
He sighed and took a sudden step forward, throwing his arms around B'jin and squeezing tightly. He didn't ask for or wait for permission. He wasn't sure what to say now; his little spill was not exactly out of character, but it was a rare thing. Talian was thoughtful and sensitive, not to mention well spoken. He had plenty of potential to deliver eloquent little speeches, he just never did. It was becoming a more common occurring at Katila, though. Right now, it served as a subtle cry for help, a cry he didn't even realize he was issuing.
"I hope I haven't upset you too badly," Talian said softly, choosing consciously not to apologize again; it was beginning to tire even him, though in his case it's because he hated reminding himself of how pathetic he could be. This had to stop, and he knew it. It had to stop soon.
He squeezed tighter.
"I appreciate it," he murmured, folding his hands in front of him and looking at his feet. I guess we're both screwed up today he thought dimly. He didn't want to look back up at B'jin. He couldn't bear to see the disappointment and rejection that he anticipated. He wasn't even quite sure what he'd done so wrong, attributing B'jin's sudden distance to his outburst or his complaints rather than the fact that he kept apologizing. He was used to people wanting those apologies, not pushing him away for it. As he stood there in silence, however, the wheels in his head started turning. After all, he wasn't stupid.
Unable to bear it any longer, he popped again.
"B'jin," he said after an uncomfortable pause, "I know I'm awfully pathetic sometimes. And I'm not trying to disparage myself or earn your sympathy. It's true, and you'd have to be blind not to know it," he said, looking back to the greenrider with his usual wide-eyed honesty. "Right now, I don't understand what I've done to upset you. But I do understand that whatever it is, it's pushing you away...and B'jin, I don't think I can live without you."
He swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have spilled all of that on you today....but not because I shouldn't have told you. I should have told you long ago, especially since it's been bothering me. I lose sleep every night, B'jin. I can't even function without taking medicine, but the medicine makes me stupid..." There was a hint of resentment at the word 'stupid'. "But you shared things with me today that I don't think you share with very many people...I don't know, I guess I felt like I owed you. You spent a lot of time trying to get me to talk to you about things, and I..." he paused, the words catching his his throat. "I just kept pushing you away."
He sighed and took a sudden step forward, throwing his arms around B'jin and squeezing tightly. He didn't ask for or wait for permission. He wasn't sure what to say now; his little spill was not exactly out of character, but it was a rare thing. Talian was thoughtful and sensitive, not to mention well spoken. He had plenty of potential to deliver eloquent little speeches, he just never did. It was becoming a more common occurring at Katila, though. Right now, it served as a subtle cry for help, a cry he didn't even realize he was issuing.
"I hope I haven't upset you too badly," Talian said softly, choosing consciously not to apologize again; it was beginning to tire even him, though in his case it's because he hated reminding himself of how pathetic he could be. This had to stop, and he knew it. It had to stop soon.
He squeezed tighter.
