05.Jun.12, 05:52 PM
Tal almost flinched from the finger reaching out to tap his nose. The young healer had developed quite a touchy, almost clingy side, but he very much preferred to initiate contact. B'jin was exempt from the rules, but the sudden gesture still startled the boy. He let out a weak laugh at his own expense and leaned close, as if to make up for his little jump.
"You're too good to me, B'jin. And I'm glad for all that." He didn't need to go on about how Impression was the worst thing ever. He fully planned on tossing rocks at any approaching dragonets if he found himself stranded on the sands. He didn't think B'jin would appreciate that image, unless of course he found it humorous.
"I wish I could say I had something interesting," Tal said, content the let the issue slip away. It meant a lot to him that B'jin was just willing to indulge his little speeches. It always made Tal feel so much better just to think that someone had listened and cared. It was the best he could do when he was functionally helpless. Nothing he said or did actually mattered or could actually bring about any change. B'jin made him feel like he mattered, though.
In that moment, Tal locked eyes with the greenrider and offered his sweetest smile. He was curious, though. B'jin was so protective and paternal. Patient, gentle...and so very against Tal bottling up his problems, as he was want to do. Tal couldn't help but think about those few times he saw glimpses of B'jin's problems, though. How much did B'jin bottle up? Tal often wondered about it, for the more he watched, the more he felt there was a lot hidden beneath the surface. Perhaps the best evidence came from moments like this, where B'jin tried so hard to protect those he cared for from harm. There was a desperation about him.
B'jin gave him so much. Tal wished he knew what he could give back.
"...I actually probably need to get back to work," Tal said softly. "You're welcome to stay with me, but I cant promise it will be interesting. I've been going over files mostly, so you don't even get to see any blood and guts." He spoke in a deadly serious tone, but his eyes contained a gleam of the sort of tasteless, morbid humor he sometimes trended towards. He laughed. It wasn't a real smile, but it was getting there.
"You're too good to me, B'jin. And I'm glad for all that." He didn't need to go on about how Impression was the worst thing ever. He fully planned on tossing rocks at any approaching dragonets if he found himself stranded on the sands. He didn't think B'jin would appreciate that image, unless of course he found it humorous.
"I wish I could say I had something interesting," Tal said, content the let the issue slip away. It meant a lot to him that B'jin was just willing to indulge his little speeches. It always made Tal feel so much better just to think that someone had listened and cared. It was the best he could do when he was functionally helpless. Nothing he said or did actually mattered or could actually bring about any change. B'jin made him feel like he mattered, though.
In that moment, Tal locked eyes with the greenrider and offered his sweetest smile. He was curious, though. B'jin was so protective and paternal. Patient, gentle...and so very against Tal bottling up his problems, as he was want to do. Tal couldn't help but think about those few times he saw glimpses of B'jin's problems, though. How much did B'jin bottle up? Tal often wondered about it, for the more he watched, the more he felt there was a lot hidden beneath the surface. Perhaps the best evidence came from moments like this, where B'jin tried so hard to protect those he cared for from harm. There was a desperation about him.
B'jin gave him so much. Tal wished he knew what he could give back.
"...I actually probably need to get back to work," Tal said softly. "You're welcome to stay with me, but I cant promise it will be interesting. I've been going over files mostly, so you don't even get to see any blood and guts." He spoke in a deadly serious tone, but his eyes contained a gleam of the sort of tasteless, morbid humor he sometimes trended towards. He laughed. It wasn't a real smile, but it was getting there.