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26.May.12, 07:12 AM
"Oh, Talian," B'jin sighed softly, his words tempted by amusement and love. "How could I not?" His question was genuine, but rhetorical. He wasn't interested in hearing Talian list all the reasons he shouldn't be cared for (something B'jin was uncomfortably aware the young man would be quite capable of doing.) because even if he had wanted to know how truly messed up Talian were from the past events in his life, B'jin didn't want to hear it, or have Talian think he needed to. He loved the young man, and he wanted to protect him. He didn't need to hear all the things he'd been unable to prevent in the past because he hadn't been there or known, any more than he wanted to be the cause of future pain for Talian. If not Impressing a dragon was what would truly bring the young man happiness in the uncomfortable situation he had ended up in, than B'jin would do the best he could to make sure it never happened.
Talian's excusing himself from complaining was met with a very mild look of relief, but despite it, B'jin leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on the young man's forehead, his hands rising to gently hold Talian's face still as he met the healer's eyes seriously. "You don't," he confirmed, voice oddly low and serious. "But you are welcome to, when you need to." Dropping his hands lightly from Talian's face, B'jin folded them in his lap, smiling gently. He didn't like it when Talian got upset, or when he complained, ranted or raved - but he knew it was healthier for the boy to do that, than bottle it all up inside and pretend like it didn't matter, or wasn't important, or that no one would care. All things B'jin was not quite aware he himself did. But, he was a parent, and even if he had been aware of his simple hypocrisy there, B'jin would have shrugged it off. The rules never quite apply in the same way for a parent as they do their child, and he claimed Talian as his own.
"Well, D'ren doesn't want you Impressing." B'jin said gently. The use of the man's name was subtle but purposeful. while he might have been responsible for the hardships undergone by the young Journeymen and women, D'ren was still human. He still felt the guilt, the pain and the happiness that each of them felt, and perhaps more so than many others within the Weyr. B'jin didn't agree with a lot of the decisions D'ren and Tsuen made, had even actively objected when he could, but he knew D'ren was doing as he thought was best, as was Tsuen. He didn't understand the reasoning, but then, as S'kef so kindly liked to remind him, B'jin was just a lowly greenrider. He didn't need to understand anything, except how to do as he's told. Talian was far better off not Impressing. Especially if he had the misfortune to end up with a green.
Leaning forward, B'jin visibly shook off the subject and the less than pleasant thoughts and emotions that came with it, and tapped Talian gently on the nose with a finger. He was grinning cheerfully, the expression fed with a river of teasing mischief. "What do you have in store today, my boy?" It was time for something less inclined to be dreary, and while B'jin didn't exactly find Talian's working life riveting, at least it wasn't depressing... usually. And he knew his responses tended to amuse the boy. Maybe he could get a genuine smile out of him yet!
Talian's excusing himself from complaining was met with a very mild look of relief, but despite it, B'jin leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on the young man's forehead, his hands rising to gently hold Talian's face still as he met the healer's eyes seriously. "You don't," he confirmed, voice oddly low and serious. "But you are welcome to, when you need to." Dropping his hands lightly from Talian's face, B'jin folded them in his lap, smiling gently. He didn't like it when Talian got upset, or when he complained, ranted or raved - but he knew it was healthier for the boy to do that, than bottle it all up inside and pretend like it didn't matter, or wasn't important, or that no one would care. All things B'jin was not quite aware he himself did. But, he was a parent, and even if he had been aware of his simple hypocrisy there, B'jin would have shrugged it off. The rules never quite apply in the same way for a parent as they do their child, and he claimed Talian as his own.
"Well, D'ren doesn't want you Impressing." B'jin said gently. The use of the man's name was subtle but purposeful. while he might have been responsible for the hardships undergone by the young Journeymen and women, D'ren was still human. He still felt the guilt, the pain and the happiness that each of them felt, and perhaps more so than many others within the Weyr. B'jin didn't agree with a lot of the decisions D'ren and Tsuen made, had even actively objected when he could, but he knew D'ren was doing as he thought was best, as was Tsuen. He didn't understand the reasoning, but then, as S'kef so kindly liked to remind him, B'jin was just a lowly greenrider. He didn't need to understand anything, except how to do as he's told. Talian was far better off not Impressing. Especially if he had the misfortune to end up with a green.
Leaning forward, B'jin visibly shook off the subject and the less than pleasant thoughts and emotions that came with it, and tapped Talian gently on the nose with a finger. He was grinning cheerfully, the expression fed with a river of teasing mischief. "What do you have in store today, my boy?" It was time for something less inclined to be dreary, and while B'jin didn't exactly find Talian's working life riveting, at least it wasn't depressing... usually. And he knew his responses tended to amuse the boy. Maybe he could get a genuine smile out of him yet!
