[ There's a small, out-of-place happiness with that, close to relief, that doesn't reach his lips, even though... ]
...Good. I don't want to. [ ...the reason does, stubborn yet low out of his mouth. But then he's quiet, head still tipped towards Cilan's shoulder, fingers sliding to rest better on the back of his shirt. His thoughts try to conjure a semblance of what would be the 'right thing' to say, but all he finds is his words near to repeating-- ]
...I don't want you to go, either. But then...I do, because I know you'd be happier. I've thought about it a lot... You've always wanted to go back.
[ He turns his head inward, even though he doesn't lift his gaze up to Cilan. Just brings it into the direction of his face, though all he sees is furniture in his line of sight, and the side of his other shoulder. ]
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...Good. I don't want to. [ ...the reason does, stubborn yet low out of his mouth. But then he's quiet, head still tipped towards Cilan's shoulder, fingers sliding to rest better on the back of his shirt. His thoughts try to conjure a semblance of what would be the 'right thing' to say, but all he finds is his words near to repeating-- ]
...I don't want you to go, either. But then...I do, because I know you'd be happier. I've thought about it a lot... You've always wanted to go back.
[ He turns his head inward, even though he doesn't lift his gaze up to Cilan. Just brings it into the direction of his face, though all he sees is furniture in his line of sight, and the side of his other shoulder. ]
If you get the choice... just go. Alright?