[ He adds nothing else. Like her, he finds there is little point in circling a topic they do not understand in full. He'll take things as they come; it's what he's always done, and he's learned it is the only thing that can be done most times. The world changes too fucking fast for anything else. A series of mutable circumstances, impossible to predict. ]
For a bit. [ The lack of hesitation suggests he'd gave the idea some thought before she broached it. ] I will.
[ He's rarely interested in being around others, even the ones closest to him, after something of this nature, but it feels different with Julie. She's been there before, and he hasn't got anything to conceal when it comes to...everything. Sleeping habits, or lack thereof. She won't ask, and he knows she will leave him be, which is mostly what he needs.
So yeah. He can stay for a little while with her. Find someplace else to put his focus so he doesn't smother Ciri by hovering and drive her mad. The itch to ride out is already beginning to surface. He hates being confined; the insistence he not leave bed to heal doesn't help, but he's aware the more he pushes himself, the more likely he'll fuck something up again and wind up where he started. He can be patient.
His shoulders relax a hint—an indication he's chosen to let go of heavier subjects for now. ] How full's your reserve of liquor?
no subject
For a bit. [ The lack of hesitation suggests he'd gave the idea some thought before she broached it. ] I will.
[ He's rarely interested in being around others, even the ones closest to him, after something of this nature, but it feels different with Julie. She's been there before, and he hasn't got anything to conceal when it comes to...everything. Sleeping habits, or lack thereof. She won't ask, and he knows she will leave him be, which is mostly what he needs.
So yeah. He can stay for a little while with her. Find someplace else to put his focus so he doesn't smother Ciri by hovering and drive her mad. The itch to ride out is already beginning to surface. He hates being confined; the insistence he not leave bed to heal doesn't help, but he's aware the more he pushes himself, the more likely he'll fuck something up again and wind up where he started. He can be patient.
His shoulders relax a hint—an indication he's chosen to let go of heavier subjects for now. ] How full's your reserve of liquor?