[ But that's foolish. She doesn't want sugar. She wants to complain. Just the way that, back when they were children, she'd talk and talk about her schoolmate - oh, what was the girl's name - Anya, maybe? - and Byerly would offer suggestions for smoothing things over with Anya and Nadine would sigh irritably and it wasn't until years later that he figured out that she didn't want solutions. She wanted to be irritated and hear him listen.
This is like that. Right? She doesn't want something; she just wants her brother to listen.
Her brother.
He finds, suddenly, that his eyes are wet. He stoops all at once to bury his face against Bastien's shoulder. It's not until his breath hitches in a sob that he really realizes how...how much it all was, how intense the fear was in him. Like how you don't know how taut a muscle was till you unclench it.
It's not a full weep. It's a light one, just a few little hiccups before he gets control of himself again. But - oh, it's such a relief. ]
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[ But that's foolish. She doesn't want sugar. She wants to complain. Just the way that, back when they were children, she'd talk and talk about her schoolmate - oh, what was the girl's name - Anya, maybe? - and Byerly would offer suggestions for smoothing things over with Anya and Nadine would sigh irritably and it wasn't until years later that he figured out that she didn't want solutions. She wanted to be irritated and hear him listen.
This is like that. Right? She doesn't want something; she just wants her brother to listen.
Her brother.
He finds, suddenly, that his eyes are wet. He stoops all at once to bury his face against Bastien's shoulder. It's not until his breath hitches in a sob that he really realizes how...how much it all was, how intense the fear was in him. Like how you don't know how taut a muscle was till you unclench it.
It's not a full weep. It's a light one, just a few little hiccups before he gets control of himself again. But - oh, it's such a relief. ]
Yeah. I'll write again. It'll be good.