27.Mar.12, 11:19 PM
Her acceptance of his explanation was a relief. He even found himself grinning alongside her. He had a nice smile that he shared with greater frequency these days, but an outright grin was rare. It was accompanied by another mild blush, but whether it was caused by attraction or by embarrassment at the mix up was unclear.
"I didn't mean to cause any confusion," he said gently as his eyes flickered back to his plate. He rarely found himself in such a position, lingering in the dining hall after finishing his meal. He hadn't found many people at Katila that he considered worth talking about.
"We don't have to talk about you if you don't want to," he said shrewdly, casting her a knowing, perhaps sympathetic glance. He listened intently to her speech about the classification of people. He could tell she was really thinking hard about her feelings on the matter. He could only imagine what she was thinking. It was interesting. He leaned forward just a hair and nodded kindly as she fell silent.
He wanted to comfort her, to tell her that he knew that it was like to have problems. He didn't think she was the sort of girl to go for that, though. He feared she would interpret it as pity rather than sympathy and suspected she would like to move on with the conversation. So instead, he just gave her a warm smile and a slow nod of confirmation that yes, he had listened.
He wasn't sure what else to say, so he decided to diffuse the tension - or at least he hoped to. His social endeavors didn't always work out, but miraculously, Breccan seemed to like him. Maybe his luck would hold out and he would have one more friend in this sea of enemies. "Well, I believe I'm quite the opposite. I usually feel bad going on about my big bad history, especially lately," he said with a coy smirk. He was making fun of himself, but like so many situations like that, he did so with a hit of bittersweetness.
"So," he asked, leaning forward one one elbow and clearing his throat, announcing that he planned to change the topic. The blush was finally fading from his cheeks. "How many of the others have you met?"
"I didn't mean to cause any confusion," he said gently as his eyes flickered back to his plate. He rarely found himself in such a position, lingering in the dining hall after finishing his meal. He hadn't found many people at Katila that he considered worth talking about.
"We don't have to talk about you if you don't want to," he said shrewdly, casting her a knowing, perhaps sympathetic glance. He listened intently to her speech about the classification of people. He could tell she was really thinking hard about her feelings on the matter. He could only imagine what she was thinking. It was interesting. He leaned forward just a hair and nodded kindly as she fell silent.
He wanted to comfort her, to tell her that he knew that it was like to have problems. He didn't think she was the sort of girl to go for that, though. He feared she would interpret it as pity rather than sympathy and suspected she would like to move on with the conversation. So instead, he just gave her a warm smile and a slow nod of confirmation that yes, he had listened.
He wasn't sure what else to say, so he decided to diffuse the tension - or at least he hoped to. His social endeavors didn't always work out, but miraculously, Breccan seemed to like him. Maybe his luck would hold out and he would have one more friend in this sea of enemies. "Well, I believe I'm quite the opposite. I usually feel bad going on about my big bad history, especially lately," he said with a coy smirk. He was making fun of himself, but like so many situations like that, he did so with a hit of bittersweetness.
"So," he asked, leaning forward one one elbow and clearing his throat, announcing that he planned to change the topic. The blush was finally fading from his cheeks. "How many of the others have you met?"