[she's got a decent wisdom score!!! intelligence is shit but she's good at this]
Good. Don't torture yourself. [presses a big mwah sort of kiss to the side of his head.] You're a good man, Rondo, I can see it. Don't talk yourself out of it because of some stupid tea, yeah?
[ there's a tiny little laugh, and... at the mwah, he ends up burrowing a little closer, settling into the warmth, the familiarity. the affection and sweetness, the warmth and the light of all the good things in the world. he takes a deep breath. ]
I should.. I should've known - that should've been my first clue. He's smiling.
[ it's a little lighter, this time, like he's making fun of himself. of how ridiculous that is. duh. duh. ]
it does seem like this has helped a little, because when she laughs, he does too, and he reaches up to rub at his eyes, trying to will the last of the odd hallucinations away. ]
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...I know. [ and then softer, repeating to himself. ] I know.
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Good. Don't torture yourself. [presses a big mwah sort of kiss to the side of his head.] You're a good man, Rondo, I can see it. Don't talk yourself out of it because of some stupid tea, yeah?
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I should.. I should've known - that should've been my first clue. He's smiling.
[ it's a little lighter, this time, like he's making fun of himself. of how ridiculous that is. duh. duh. ]
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[she murmurs, letting him ease into her. her tail settles around him.]
They're really fucking effective.
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...yeah. [ yeah, definitely a grouch.
as karlach says that though, he frowns a little, and asks, after a long, quiet, moment: ] ...did you see them, too?
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[casually. like it isn't a big deal.]
Don't worry about it, I'm alright.
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... Still - remember, we're supposed to be not alright together. If you want to talk about it...
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I remember. [tugs his hair.] But I don't want to worry about me right now, so don't stress.
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I like to worry about you. [ 8( but he does laugh a little bit at the hair tug, a tiny bit cheered. ]
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You like to worry about everybody. [fond.] But thanks. Really.
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[ prods her tail... prods
it does seem like this has helped a little, because when she laughs, he does too, and he reaches up to rub at his eyes, trying to will the last of the odd hallucinations away. ]
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I do! It's what I'm good at. You're all a super worrying lot. [shakes him gently.]