[ Oh, he—despite everything that's happening around him, it's the touch that manages to jostle him. There's a blink, blink of his own and a small sigh that he partially covers up by taking another sip of his tea. He steals a quick glance at Subete in the process, that falls somewhere along the lines of indignant fluster that's a measure too soft. Emotion starts to trickle into his voice when he speaks again, first to Marona. ]
You're not the only one. [ Delicately and directed at no one in particular, not even himself. He's settled in some ways and not in others but he had made his choice several weeks ago so things are as they are. He doesn't need to understand all of them, just the essential parts. ]
It seemed important to say. [ Again he leaves it at that, though it's less of a mic drop this time and more like a very heavy feather. ]
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You're not the only one. [ Delicately and directed at no one in particular, not even himself. He's settled in some ways and not in others but he had made his choice several weeks ago so things are as they are. He doesn't need to understand all of them, just the essential parts. ]
It seemed important to say. [ Again he leaves it at that, though it's less of a mic drop this time and more like a very heavy feather. ]