[Forgiveness is complicated. L's unsure if he's ever actually felt it, but... there are many things he's unsure if he's ever felt. Sometimes, it's easier to step away, wrap a sweater tighter around one's shoulders to keep out the chill, and tonight L wants so badly to be warm.
His face is very still against Myr's touch; he's not even breathing, but perhaps the faun can feel the brush of lashes rapidly blinking twice.]
Don't say that. I'd made my peace with it. Do you really want me to spend my birthday thinking about all the ways being handsome could have been helpful to me over the last 26 years?
[It's funny; he's treating it like it's funny, mostly to deflect from the complicated bundle of things Myr seems to have expressed. It's too much to unpack while he's drinking, perhaps too much to unpack at any other time. The tone gets somewhat more serious with Myr's mention of his near-death, and he actually embraces the shift... but it's still optimistic, still warm. Even fond.]
Without extremely prompt healing [the SQUIP] your fears would likely have been justified. I'd have been killed, in some way or another.
[Because that kind of brain damage would ordinarily not be as easy to sleep off as the hangover L will probably have tomorrow. He's well aware of the fact, well aware that between eternal dark silence and a confusing life spent stumbling through a whirl of light and sound he cannot comprehend, the choice stands out clear.]
If you'd just stay awhile...
[He doesn't want Myr to buy him dinner or even dessert. He's already been generous with his money, but L started his birthday drinking alone. For a man like him, company is rare, and coveted on the even rarer occasion that it's good.]
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His face is very still against Myr's touch; he's not even breathing, but perhaps the faun can feel the brush of lashes rapidly blinking twice.]
Don't say that. I'd made my peace with it. Do you really want me to spend my birthday thinking about all the ways being handsome could have been helpful to me over the last 26 years?
[It's funny; he's treating it like it's funny, mostly to deflect from the complicated bundle of things Myr seems to have expressed. It's too much to unpack while he's drinking, perhaps too much to unpack at any other time. The tone gets somewhat more serious with Myr's mention of his near-death, and he actually embraces the shift... but it's still optimistic, still warm. Even fond.]
Without extremely prompt healing [the SQUIP] your fears would likely have been justified. I'd have been killed, in some way or another.
[Because that kind of brain damage would ordinarily not be as easy to sleep off as the hangover L will probably have tomorrow. He's well aware of the fact, well aware that between eternal dark silence and a confusing life spent stumbling through a whirl of light and sound he cannot comprehend, the choice stands out clear.]
If you'd just stay awhile...
[He doesn't want Myr to buy him dinner or even dessert. He's already been generous with his money, but L started his birthday drinking alone. For a man like him, company is rare, and coveted on the even rarer occasion that it's good.]