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19.Mar.12, 05:44 PM
Talian rocked forward onto his knuckles, elbow planted firmly on the table before him. His thin brows scrunched as his eyes narrowed, a troubled expression setting in to his gaunt face. "It's all right," he said, his tone softer than one might have anticipated with such a sour expression lingering on his face. "I wouldn't expect you to be on personal terms with him...very few are."
He sighed a little bit, unable to hold the distressed expression for long before folding back into his neutral-on-the-side-of-melancholy comfort zone. He recognized a blend of sympathy and bitterness in Breccan, which he responded to with nothing but a fleeting smile. Fleeting, but sincere. He didn't try to verbally comfort her. He was no good at that. His expression did radiate sympathy, though. Even empathy. He knew all too well what it was like to be whisked away by a stranger. At least Breccan seemed intent on getting over it. She seemed tough...she probably would, unless she was putting on a major facade.
"Thank you, though," he practically crooned. "It's good to know he at least noticed." He wasn't going to get in to the intricacies of his not-relationship with his father, but the momentary constriction of every muscle in his body was hard to miss.
He was quiet for a few minutes as he finished the remainder of his stew. He wanted more. He'd been sullen for so long that he'd forgotten what it felt like to have a healthy appetite. He resolved to wait, however, and finished off the last little bit of his drink before finally continuing to speak. He realized suddenly that his long pause must have been awkward for her, which had never been his intention. The way girls were sometimes unnerved by silence or wanted to fill it in with any sort of chatter confused him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so quiet," he said suddenly, letting out a little embarrassed laugh. Tal was much of the same mind as Breccan; he wanted more friends. For some strange reason, he'd attracted all sorts of friendly attention since arriving at Katila. Now that he'd brushed with death, he realized what a fool he'd ever been to push it away. His friends were the only things he had left to live for. More of them could only be good?
He didn't know why Breccan was so reserved around him. He had no idea how important rank or the idea of reciprocity factored in to her thoughts. He just knew that she was cautious but curious towards him, which made him feel cautious but curious back. Was she holding something back from him? Or did he make her nervous?
He smiled again and leaned forward just slightly. "...You know, I can't help but feel like we've talked about me far too much," he said lightly. He didn't know what else to say, so he just watched and waited to see how she would respond. In hindsight, he would have kicked himself at the perceived awkwardness.
He sighed a little bit, unable to hold the distressed expression for long before folding back into his neutral-on-the-side-of-melancholy comfort zone. He recognized a blend of sympathy and bitterness in Breccan, which he responded to with nothing but a fleeting smile. Fleeting, but sincere. He didn't try to verbally comfort her. He was no good at that. His expression did radiate sympathy, though. Even empathy. He knew all too well what it was like to be whisked away by a stranger. At least Breccan seemed intent on getting over it. She seemed tough...she probably would, unless she was putting on a major facade.
"Thank you, though," he practically crooned. "It's good to know he at least noticed." He wasn't going to get in to the intricacies of his not-relationship with his father, but the momentary constriction of every muscle in his body was hard to miss.
He was quiet for a few minutes as he finished the remainder of his stew. He wanted more. He'd been sullen for so long that he'd forgotten what it felt like to have a healthy appetite. He resolved to wait, however, and finished off the last little bit of his drink before finally continuing to speak. He realized suddenly that his long pause must have been awkward for her, which had never been his intention. The way girls were sometimes unnerved by silence or wanted to fill it in with any sort of chatter confused him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so quiet," he said suddenly, letting out a little embarrassed laugh. Tal was much of the same mind as Breccan; he wanted more friends. For some strange reason, he'd attracted all sorts of friendly attention since arriving at Katila. Now that he'd brushed with death, he realized what a fool he'd ever been to push it away. His friends were the only things he had left to live for. More of them could only be good?
He didn't know why Breccan was so reserved around him. He had no idea how important rank or the idea of reciprocity factored in to her thoughts. He just knew that she was cautious but curious towards him, which made him feel cautious but curious back. Was she holding something back from him? Or did he make her nervous?
He smiled again and leaned forward just slightly. "...You know, I can't help but feel like we've talked about me far too much," he said lightly. He didn't know what else to say, so he just watched and waited to see how she would respond. In hindsight, he would have kicked himself at the perceived awkwardness.
