There's no helping it: she's clearly seen right through him to the disappointment hiding behind his eyes. It's embarrassing - no, mortifying. No, it makes the prison cell seem downright cozy compared to the misery of having his own moronic hopes on display in full view of someone who doesn't share them.
The worst part of all of this isn't even the awareness that she'd rather not be more entangled than absolutely necessary. He can live with that. It's the fact that she finally seems to have noticed just how pitiful he is, and she's responding accordingly. Darling is a welcoming sound from her right up until it's meant to mollify him.
"It's fine, Vex'ahlia," he tells her, and in his attempt to sound even-handed, the words are slightly clipped. At the moment, he doesn't notice. The back of his neck is burning. "Please - forget I said anything."
Another sip of ale as punctuation. The sooner he can finish this pint, the sooner he can escape to whatever flea-ridden straw-tick mattress will be his tonight.
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The worst part of all of this isn't even the awareness that she'd rather not be more entangled than absolutely necessary. He can live with that. It's the fact that she finally seems to have noticed just how pitiful he is, and she's responding accordingly. Darling is a welcoming sound from her right up until it's meant to mollify him.
"It's fine, Vex'ahlia," he tells her, and in his attempt to sound even-handed, the words are slightly clipped. At the moment, he doesn't notice. The back of his neck is burning. "Please - forget I said anything."
Another sip of ale as punctuation. The sooner he can finish this pint, the sooner he can escape to whatever flea-ridden straw-tick mattress will be his tonight.