"I...well, I wasn't having a very good time before I ended up here, let's leave it at that for now."
There's too much to get into, and Mat doesn't like to talk about it. It had been a terrible time, all of it, from the moment hell broke loose in Emunds Field that awful festival night. Particularly after this little shared experience between him and Rhy.
There is an immediate urge to just slink off and drink his distress away. But he won't do that. He'll drink for boredom and for friendship and to steel his nerves, but he won't turn to drink when he's angry or sad. He won't fall into the trap, he won't end up like his father.
"And now, my dear darling Rhy, my head is killing me. I think I need slouch back to my room, take a draught for the pain, and try and sleep the rest of the day away. We...we can talk more about it all when we're both in better shape for it."
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There's too much to get into, and Mat doesn't like to talk about it. It had been a terrible time, all of it, from the moment hell broke loose in Emunds Field that awful festival night. Particularly after this little shared experience between him and Rhy.
There is an immediate urge to just slink off and drink his distress away. But he won't do that. He'll drink for boredom and for friendship and to steel his nerves, but he won't turn to drink when he's angry or sad. He won't fall into the trap, he won't end up like his father.
"And now, my dear darling Rhy, my head is killing me. I think I need slouch back to my room, take a draught for the pain, and try and sleep the rest of the day away. We...we can talk more about it all when we're both in better shape for it."