[ This time? That laugh of his was less bitter and almost amused for a second. He got the point and all but... the interpretation was a little off, which was just a little funny to him somehow.
Granted the information given was limited so it wasn't like Vil knew otherwise, and he wouldn't fault him for it. All it meant generally was it was similar to what he had going on back home, but before he could really comment on that? First and foremost was that one comment about his father. ]
I'd love if it was something like that but... she definitely knows better. We cannot complete our jobs properly if we let our emotions cloud our judgment or actions, so it's not just the boys who were told that.
[ Given that he was sure Father wanted him to succeed her, it felt all the more important that he keep things up the best he could. That's what instinct told him, anyway.
Then there was the perspective of someone who had an idea what it was like to be doing this sort of thing all the time. He'd just been acting. Pretending. Telling himself that he was fine. That he'd be okay. It was better that he had been the one to end up here and not Lynette or Freminet, but in the end it'd just worn him down to this point where he didn't want to leave this warm embrace.
A soft breath exhaled out from him, seeming to now fully relax as fingers curled in the fabric of Vil's shirt a bit more. What followed was quiet but Vil would still be able to catch it. ]
...hah... I... really miss Lynette. It hurts not having her here..
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Granted the information given was limited so it wasn't like Vil knew otherwise, and he wouldn't fault him for it. All it meant generally was it was similar to what he had going on back home, but before he could really comment on that? First and foremost was that one comment about his father. ]
I'd love if it was something like that but... she definitely knows better. We cannot complete our jobs properly if we let our emotions cloud our judgment or actions, so it's not just the boys who were told that.
[ Given that he was sure Father wanted him to succeed her, it felt all the more important that he keep things up the best he could. That's what instinct told him, anyway.
Then there was the perspective of someone who had an idea what it was like to be doing this sort of thing all the time. He'd just been acting. Pretending. Telling himself that he was fine. That he'd be okay. It was better that he had been the one to end up here and not Lynette or Freminet, but in the end it'd just worn him down to this point where he didn't want to leave this warm embrace.
A soft breath exhaled out from him, seeming to now fully relax as fingers curled in the fabric of Vil's shirt a bit more. What followed was quiet but Vil would still be able to catch it. ]
...hah... I... really miss Lynette. It hurts not having her here..