( the sad thing is that he may not even know bad tea if it was shoved into his face, just because he'd never tried it before; never needed to, never wanted to, never understood the appeal of it before now. which means it would have been even easier for him to make something awful, so he's even more pleased that it's something palatable.
he's quiet, for a moment, gaze now trained on his mug before him; there has been a lot of time and space between where he and his brother had started and where they are now, and he's certain there's still a very, very long way to go before they've completely mended the rift between them. the rift that he had caused, and realizes for as much, and is trying to make amends for. )
No. ( he finally says, more to himself than her, but still loud enough that she'll be able to pick up on it. ) It could have, had I wanted it to, but I never thought about it. ( pause. ) Because it got in the way of so much I had planned. It wasn't right.
( he sets his mug down for a moment, fingers resting against the edge of the counter; for a handful of very long seconds he doesn't look back down at her, almost as though he's either having an existential crisis or a come-to-jesus talk with himself in his head, we'll never know.
but then she says that and he finally turns to look at her again, eyes wide and brow furrowed. like such a thing had never been offered to him before. ) You β¦ would help me? If I asked?
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Date: 2023-12-28 01:52 am (UTC)he's quiet, for a moment, gaze now trained on his mug before him; there has been a lot of time and space between where he and his brother had started and where they are now, and he's certain there's still a very, very long way to go before they've completely mended the rift between them. the rift that he had caused, and realizes for as much, and is trying to make amends for. )
No. ( he finally says, more to himself than her, but still loud enough that she'll be able to pick up on it. ) It could have, had I wanted it to, but I never thought about it. ( pause. ) Because it got in the way of so much I had planned. It wasn't right.
( he sets his mug down for a moment, fingers resting against the edge of the counter; for a handful of very long seconds he doesn't look back down at her, almost as though he's either having an existential crisis or a come-to-jesus talk with himself in his head, we'll never know.
but then she says that and he finally turns to look at her again, eyes wide and brow furrowed. like such a thing had never been offered to him before. ) You β¦ would help me? If I asked?