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[ He hears the noise above him, but for the moment he thinks to look, Red doesn't do more than shift his head slightly, and then give up. It doesn't matter that Cilan's hands stay limp; Red tightens his own around him, and he takes in a deep, unsatisfying breath as droplets begin fall from over their heads.
If it was going to storm, then let it storm. ]
You're my friend-- of course I do. You cared about her a lot... she was special. [ Out of anyone else that could have left, she was different. ] I wanna do something, just something to make this better... but I can't. Being sorry is all I've got...
[And then he stops, needing a moment to breathe. To try to remain calmer. Anger can melt ice, but the risk of potentially starting a fire or lightning striking inside the house is absolutely not what he needs right now.]
I don't know what I want, but I know I don't want you to be sorry for something that isn't your fault.
It's a frustrating response to hear, but likely a different sort than Cilan is feeling. He drops his arms, hold weakening, but clinging loosely now onto the back of his shirt, not yet knowing completely if he should move away.
Cilan didn't want him to feel this way for him, but how else was he supposed to feel? What else could he say that would be any good? Behind him, patches of the damp wood of the table turn a burnt colour, losing strength. ]
No. [It's said immediately, it's what finally causes Cilan to move--a hand reaching out to grab one of Red's arms like he's afraid the other's about to leave.]
Please stay, I'm just... [He sighs, and for a moment there's just a few rain drops falling inside the house. Something he'll complain about later, but for now...] ... I'm just tired, that's all. [Tired of being sad, being angry, being anything that isn't how he normally is.] I don't want you to go.
[ 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. ]
[He has. He has always wanted to go back, and that hasn't changed even now. But every time he thinks about leaving this place, he thinks about the friends he would be leaving behind, friends that he might never see again. And that always causes a feeling of guilt to accompany the thought of going home, giving the whole thing a sour taste.
Red sounds like they think he shouldn't have to feel guilty about that. Or at the very least wouldn't be mad at him if he did leave this place.
Slowly, Cilan's arms finally come up and around to properly return the hug that Red had been giving him here. It's still drizzling inside the house, but at least it's not flooding. And Cilan's not ice cold anymore either--just sort of numb, but trying to get back some of the warmth that he normally has.
He's quiet for a long while, before he finally speaks from where he's looking somewhere behind the other boy, still hugging him.]
Thank you, Red. [...] I'm sorry if I've upset you in any way.
[ There's a type of warmth, more comforting than of heat, as Red feels Cilan move in closer as his arms come about him. The water finding itself onto his hair doesn't bother him; it's barely noticeable for him, his face shielded by the tip to it, and the small shift he gives, something that might've mean a shake of his head, doesn't spray any droplets down his face. ]
You didn't. You were mad and upset, but not just for yourself-- I get it. [ He can put aside how he had felt initially when Cilan had rejected his apology. It didn't matter, or wasn't worth repeating. Soaking a little into the moment of being close to his friend like this, it makes the water that does come down onto them dry before it really touch them, helping to fight off the weather--and with better results, should Cilan accept the feeling. ]
Whatever you wanna do, I'll help you. I know I haven't been around much, but you're still my best friend. You make me happy...
[ The words end as if there was more he was going to say, but there's nothing but an actual small bubble of heat this time that comes from his hands, and at his chest. It cools, not sticking -- it was probably just embarrassment, as when he continues, it's slightly less sappy. ]
[There's a slight choking noise--might have been a laugh, might have been a sob, maybe both, but there's an undeniable sort of warmth in it as he hugs Red a little tighter.]
You're my best friend too, Red. [Maybe even the longest lasting friend we've ever had now, but Cilan doesn't add that.] I'm happy enough just having you here with us... and I want to do whatever I can to make my best friend happy too. After all, I'd say that we make a pretty good marriage of flavors together, yeah?
[Cilan might be feeling a little better now, or at least getting there at least, if his weird speech quirk is starting to come back.]
A marriage of them? [ There's a chuckle that comes from hearing that, but then he remembers something, a way that Cilan's used those words before that takes him back, a bit. ]
Do you think so? [ He leans the top of his head against his shoulder, a shy but happy energy mingling with that heat of his. ] You've had a really good marriage in the past.
Mm, indeed we did. [Ash and Iris were the first people he really ever thought of as his "friends", rather than just other titles like "acquaintance" or "colleague" and the like. He's always going to miss them, but he's also proud of them for the determination they had to follow their own paths.
They're gone, Sonia's gone, but... for now, he still has Red, and Bianca, and many other people he's met in this place that make being here a little less lonely.]
And I can see that I have one here, too. I am a Connoisseur after all, so I know a good marriage when I see one.
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If it was going to storm, then let it storm. ]
You're my friend-- of course I do. You cared about her a lot... she was special. [ Out of anyone else that could have left, she was different. ] I wanna do something, just something to make this better... but I can't. Being sorry is all I've got...
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[And then he stops, needing a moment to breathe. To try to remain calmer. Anger can melt ice, but the risk of potentially starting a fire or lightning striking inside the house is absolutely not what he needs right now.]
I don't know what I want, but I know I don't want you to be sorry for something that isn't your fault.
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It's a frustrating response to hear, but likely a different sort than Cilan is feeling. He drops his arms, hold weakening, but clinging loosely now onto the back of his shirt, not yet knowing completely if he should move away.
Cilan didn't want him to feel this way for him, but how else was he supposed to feel? What else could he say that would be any good? Behind him, patches of the damp wood of the table turn a burnt colour, losing strength. ]
...Do you want me to go?
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Please stay, I'm just... [He sighs, and for a moment there's just a few rain drops falling inside the house. Something he'll complain about later, but for now...] ... I'm just tired, that's all. [Tired of being sad, being angry, being anything that isn't how he normally is.] I don't want you to go.
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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?
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Red sounds like they think he shouldn't have to feel guilty about that. Or at the very least wouldn't be mad at him if he did leave this place.
Slowly, Cilan's arms finally come up and around to properly return the hug that Red had been giving him here. It's still drizzling inside the house, but at least it's not flooding. And Cilan's not ice cold anymore either--just sort of numb, but trying to get back some of the warmth that he normally has.
He's quiet for a long while, before he finally speaks from where he's looking somewhere behind the other boy, still hugging him.]
Thank you, Red. [...] I'm sorry if I've upset you in any way.
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You didn't. You were mad and upset, but not just for yourself-- I get it. [ He can put aside how he had felt initially when Cilan had rejected his apology. It didn't matter, or wasn't worth repeating. Soaking a little into the moment of being close to his friend like this, it makes the water that does come down onto them dry before it really touch them, helping to fight off the weather--and with better results, should Cilan accept the feeling. ]
Whatever you wanna do, I'll help you. I know I haven't been around much, but you're still my best friend. You make me happy...
[ The words end as if there was more he was going to say, but there's nothing but an actual small bubble of heat this time that comes from his hands, and at his chest. It cools, not sticking -- it was probably just embarrassment, as when he continues, it's slightly less sappy. ]
I want to make you happy too.
[ Slightly less. ]
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You're my best friend too, Red. [Maybe even the longest lasting friend we've ever had now, but Cilan doesn't add that.] I'm happy enough just having you here with us... and I want to do whatever I can to make my best friend happy too. After all, I'd say that we make a pretty good marriage of flavors together, yeah?
[Cilan might be feeling a little better now, or at least getting there at least, if his weird speech quirk is starting to come back.]
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Do you think so? [ He leans the top of his head against his shoulder, a shy but happy energy mingling with that heat of his. ] You've had a really good marriage in the past.
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They're gone, Sonia's gone, but... for now, he still has Red, and Bianca, and many other people he's met in this place that make being here a little less lonely.]
And I can see that I have one here, too. I am a Connoisseur after all, so I know a good marriage when I see one.