[Oh. He... wasn't aware of that, not at all. He'd already looked upset, but his face falls even more, hearing that.
He lifts a hand thoughtlessly, touching the scrunchie in his hair. Even now, he wants to say something like maybe they didn't mean it that way--but he doesn't trust so thoroughly for nothing. He isn't quite that naive.
It's... possible. [ she says, quieter. she watches him with a sad look. it's like kicking a puppy. ]
They never came off as anything but genuine to me, and I've got a pretty good bullshit detector. I just - I don't want to think it's our fault. It shouldn't be.
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He lifts a hand thoughtlessly, touching the scrunchie in his hair. Even now, he wants to say something like maybe they didn't mean it that way--but he doesn't trust so thoroughly for nothing. He isn't quite that naive.
He sighs, letting his hands drop.]
...Is it possible that they're not lying?
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They never came off as anything but genuine to me, and I've got a pretty good bullshit detector. I just - I don't want to think it's our fault. It shouldn't be.
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[He sounds--oddly vehement about this, for some reason, his hands clenching uselessly around the sheath of his sword.]
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No, it doesn't. You're right, it doesn't fucking matter where we were before this.