It isn't the first time Lemm's ever apologised to anyone. He's tried before. They've never been any good, either because his pride got in the way of sincerity or they've had empty promises in them he knew at the time he wouldn't be able to keep. Eventually he stopped bothering. Not having to try is so much easier. This is bewildering and hard.
"I'm sorry. I don't..." know how to do this. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I don't know what you want I just want you to keep coming back -
- unlike everybody else in this - how did they put it? - this fucking kingdom.
If he wants to do this right he is going to have to stop pushing down the hope that someone might actually want him to stick around, as well.
"...I need your notes," he offers quietly. "I'm capable, but you're right to... Come and cross some things off my map for me, will you?" Lemm dares himself to extend a hand down to their level, palm up. "Just that, if you like. We don't have to talk. But you shouldn't stay out here in the rot. You'll get sick."
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"I'm sorry. I don't..." know how to do this. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I don't know what you want I just want you to keep coming back -
- unlike everybody else in this - how did they put it? - this fucking kingdom.
If he wants to do this right he is going to have to stop pushing down the hope that someone might actually want him to stick around, as well.
"...I need your notes," he offers quietly. "I'm capable, but you're right to... Come and cross some things off my map for me, will you?" Lemm dares himself to extend a hand down to their level, palm up. "Just that, if you like. We don't have to talk. But you shouldn't stay out here in the rot. You'll get sick."