[The interest is genuine, and Onni nods when Reynir asks him that question, then continues comfortably following and listening when he keeps talking about the story. Onni hadn't expected so much about what kind of guys Reynir is into but he finds that he doesn't mind having the information. His head is spinning pleasantly and for once his mind isn't spinning itself out in a torrent of overthinking and rumination, so he's comfortable admitting to himself that, for whatever reason, he's interested.
The surprising thing is the type of guys that Reynir says he's into. Not the arrogant reckless hero, because those types of people do more harm than good when they act without thinking, and get people hurt. Then he goes on to explain that he'd always had a thing for the guys in the margins of the stories, the quiet ones who helped people and made a difference without being bold and flippant, but made an effort to be serious and thoughtful about it. It's strange how the way Reynir says that his friends thought those characters were the most boring echoes the way he'd been thinking about himself just a few minutes before, but quantifies it that he'd be in love with those 'boring' characters.
Something in Onni's gut thumps a little in a not entirely unpleasant way, and he raises his brows with a soft hum of consideration.]
It makes sense, I guess. You're more outgoing and impulsive, so that kind of person would balance you out pretty well. It would make sense for people to be attracted to those who could provide what they're missing.
[After a moment, he shrugs.]
Though I guess I can't really speak on that like an expert, it isn't as if I've been in a relationship before, or even tried one.
[Glancing over at Reynir, the thought occurs to him that the Bond actually is the closest he's had to a relationship so far in his life, and that thought makes that thumping flutter happen again. He feels a flush of heat through his face and upper body, and looks away again, uncomfortably aware of the fact that Reynir will probably feel it through the Bond.]
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The surprising thing is the type of guys that Reynir says he's into. Not the arrogant reckless hero, because those types of people do more harm than good when they act without thinking, and get people hurt. Then he goes on to explain that he'd always had a thing for the guys in the margins of the stories, the quiet ones who helped people and made a difference without being bold and flippant, but made an effort to be serious and thoughtful about it. It's strange how the way Reynir says that his friends thought those characters were the most boring echoes the way he'd been thinking about himself just a few minutes before, but quantifies it that he'd be in love with those 'boring' characters.
Something in Onni's gut thumps a little in a not entirely unpleasant way, and he raises his brows with a soft hum of consideration.]
It makes sense, I guess. You're more outgoing and impulsive, so that kind of person would balance you out pretty well. It would make sense for people to be attracted to those who could provide what they're missing.
[After a moment, he shrugs.]
Though I guess I can't really speak on that like an expert, it isn't as if I've been in a relationship before, or even tried one.
[Glancing over at Reynir, the thought occurs to him that the Bond actually is the closest he's had to a relationship so far in his life, and that thought makes that thumping flutter happen again. He feels a flush of heat through his face and upper body, and looks away again, uncomfortably aware of the fact that Reynir will probably feel it through the Bond.]
So what happened to that hero in the end?