Not much... is what I'd usually say. Hell knows I've fallen for cheap words before.
[He crouches, then, to be closer to eye level with this strange, sad girl. The way she's crumpled up in her smart clothes, the wavering laugh, how she holds her knees like a child--it breaks his heart a bit.]
But you came running to give these ones to me.
[Therion reaches out and pats her head, ruffles her hair just a little.]
Words let you know what someone wants you to think. You ran in boots like those-- [He points to her knee-highs.] --just to say you're sorry. So at the very least...
[All he can do is smile wryly, helplessly at her, somehow homesick.]
I'm led to think you care what I think. You ever have to make that choice again, I'll know to take care of myself. But in the meantime... it's good to hear you didn't make it lightly the first time.
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[He crouches, then, to be closer to eye level with this strange, sad girl. The way she's crumpled up in her smart clothes, the wavering laugh, how she holds her knees like a child--it breaks his heart a bit.]
But you came running to give these ones to me.
[Therion reaches out and pats her head, ruffles her hair just a little.]
Words let you know what someone wants you to think. You ran in boots like those-- [He points to her knee-highs.] --just to say you're sorry. So at the very least...
[All he can do is smile wryly, helplessly at her, somehow homesick.]
I'm led to think you care what I think. You ever have to make that choice again, I'll know to take care of myself. But in the meantime... it's good to hear you didn't make it lightly the first time.