[He's not stubborn about denying her praise, but he's stubborn about accepting it. He deflects, a bit, in that way he does, and Nott sighs a bit even as she wavers in her step. It's like remembering the path back out of Labenda Swamp after they lost their guide. He just has to remember the path through the station he's taken so far, right?
But it is a little like walking through a forest, when you've never seen a place like this before. The strangeness of it all sort of... blurs together.
He's quiet, then, and she's content to silently follow after him, trying to concentrate on sobering up. But then he breaks the silence and... she squeezes his hand again.]
I'd never leave you alone for long.
[He needs her. She knows that. She isn't always certain whether he knows it, but... he's smart. He gets it.
It feels nice, to be needed.]
I... couldn't find you. Got pretty drunk.
[She has the decency to look a little ashamed of that.]
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But it is a little like walking through a forest, when you've never seen a place like this before. The strangeness of it all sort of... blurs together.
He's quiet, then, and she's content to silently follow after him, trying to concentrate on sobering up. But then he breaks the silence and... she squeezes his hand again.]
I'd never leave you alone for long.
[He needs her. She knows that. She isn't always certain whether he knows it, but... he's smart. He gets it.
It feels nice, to be needed.]
I... couldn't find you. Got pretty drunk.
[She has the decency to look a little ashamed of that.]