It isn't that I don't care, it's - what you mean by "support" isn't something I'm sure of. It's more generous than a couple of bad guests deserve from their host... aw, damn it, that's too formal. Can't think of another way to say it, though.
[And it's devoid of sarcasm, too.
He slumps down further in the chair, sliding down until he's almost slithered out of it. Again, the damn thing doesn't even creak, but this time there was probably an audible rustling as he moved.]
There's just so much I don't know. I don't know what's really safe to ask, I don't know what happened to you, I don't know if we really made the right choice sticking with everybody on the plane - I mean, I think we did, they needed all the survival-trained people they could get given where we "landed" - I don't even know what I really wanted from this talk.
["You're probably the smartest guy here" he'd said, so shortly after they'd met. "Help me, I'm no good at this kind of thing" was what he'd meant.
It's like that, again. He can't say what he means. There's even more reasons now that he can't than there were on that plane; the way he'd felt with a blade aimed at his face maybe not the first but definitely one of the most distracting among them. He doesn't know anymore if it's his own trust or something this place has put in his head that has him asking for help without being able to ask Hiyori outright, again. It's exhausting.]
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[And it's devoid of sarcasm, too.
He slumps down further in the chair, sliding down until he's almost slithered out of it. Again, the damn thing doesn't even creak, but this time there was probably an audible rustling as he moved.]
There's just so much I don't know. I don't know what's really safe to ask, I don't know what happened to you, I don't know if we really made the right choice sticking with everybody on the plane - I mean, I think we did, they needed all the survival-trained people they could get given where we "landed" - I don't even know what I really wanted from this talk.
["You're probably the smartest guy here" he'd said, so shortly after they'd met. "Help me, I'm no good at this kind of thing" was what he'd meant.
It's like that, again. He can't say what he means. There's even more reasons now that he can't than there were on that plane; the way he'd felt with a blade aimed at his face maybe not the first but definitely one of the most distracting among them. He doesn't know anymore if it's his own trust or something this place has put in his head that has him asking for help without being able to ask Hiyori outright, again. It's exhausting.]