In the meantime Lemm has settled for staring at nothing and rubbing a finger joint at the spot between his eyes, grappling in private with the tangled-up layers of reasons he can't get the words out. He's already given up for now, relegating this conversation for another day when he's had more time to comb through it all. Maybe he can rehearse.
When their thumb makes contact he's a little unsteady on his feet, suddenly, and it pulls a tiny, soft noise of surprise out of him.
His hand lowers. And he just stares, for a while, at the Shadelord. There is something oddly helpless about that look, before he wrenches it away to stare back at the floor instead.
The hand settles on their thumb. His thumb sweeps back and forth, half-restless and half some attempt at returning the comfort, a tiny range of motion against the vastness of them. He takes several tries at saying something useful.
"...Bleeding heart, you are," he forces out, voice a little shaky at the edges. "Trying to turn me into one as well, are you? I won't stand for it."
The protest is null. He's quite obviously not going anywhere.
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Date: 2023-04-21 08:22 am (UTC)When their thumb makes contact he's a little unsteady on his feet, suddenly, and it pulls a tiny, soft noise of surprise out of him.
His hand lowers. And he just stares, for a while, at the Shadelord. There is something oddly helpless about that look, before he wrenches it away to stare back at the floor instead.
The hand settles on their thumb. His thumb sweeps back and forth, half-restless and half some attempt at returning the comfort, a tiny range of motion against the vastness of them. He takes several tries at saying something useful.
"...Bleeding heart, you are," he forces out, voice a little shaky at the edges. "Trying to turn me into one as well, are you? I won't stand for it."
The protest is null. He's quite obviously not going anywhere.