[Green eyes meet Allen's. It shouldn't be as comforting as it was, that hand on his shoulder. Those words shouldn't be as kind, he thinks. It is, though. It's been only a couple of weeks since the Conflict. The wounds are still fresh, and he wants to remember Albedo like he was: his brother. Not something infected. Not something cruel. Even if it is just Allen's truths, Allen's world, or the future of his own...
Those are concepts hard to swallow.
Nonetheless, it's comforting to think of it that way. Hopeful that Albedo does care. Nigredo doesn't need to grasp whatever's beyond Allen's barriers. Not for this. Not when his eyes close, and he takes a good, deep breath.] Thank you, Mr. Ridgeley.
I really appreciate the kind words. [Nigredo doesn't have much else to offer Allen other than polite words. And his smalls shoulders relaxing under that hand.]
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Those are concepts hard to swallow.
Nonetheless, it's comforting to think of it that way. Hopeful that Albedo does care. Nigredo doesn't need to grasp whatever's beyond Allen's barriers. Not for this. Not when his eyes close, and he takes a good, deep breath.] Thank you, Mr. Ridgeley.
I really appreciate the kind words. [Nigredo doesn't have much else to offer Allen other than polite words. And his smalls shoulders relaxing under that hand.]