[ The lines of their bodies, not to mention the palm flush to his back, had already darkened his cheeks plenty, but the innocent comment enflames them further. Siffrin turns his face, wishing he could hide, and settles for covering G'raha's eyes with a hand. There.
... It does nothing to help, truly, when everything else is a reminder of G'raha's feelings, and he swallows softly. Helplessly affected. As ever, quiet in reply. ]
You never gave anyone a chance.
[ Not accusatory, but fact. Head always turned a different way -- be it to studies, adventure, or something farther off. ]
... Glad, though. That you let me have one.
[ Mumbled as it is, the words are sincere. Siffrin may falter and fumble, but they're genuine in their gratitude when it comes to this. Not just with G'raha, but-- with him especially, in the moment. ]
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... It does nothing to help, truly, when everything else is a reminder of G'raha's feelings, and he swallows softly. Helplessly affected. As ever, quiet in reply. ]
You never gave anyone a chance.
[ Not accusatory, but fact. Head always turned a different way -- be it to studies, adventure, or something farther off. ]
... Glad, though. That you let me have one.
[ Mumbled as it is, the words are sincere. Siffrin may falter and fumble, but they're genuine in their gratitude when it comes to this. Not just with G'raha, but-- with him especially, in the moment. ]