[Ion doesn't say anything in response. He knew that the other Ion was right--and the other Ion knew that he knew. So he just does as he's told (because of course it's an order, as thinly veiled as it is--was that how a Fon Master was expected to act? Ion had never personally been so...well, commanding. But perhaps that was due to his conditioning as a replica), and sits. The action comes a bit heavily--he had put off resting for long, far too long.
But he smiles as he gets comfortable. Funny how so painfully identical yet wholly unlike one another their mirrored smiles were.]
Of course I wouldn't mind. [It wasn't a lie.] I enjoy your company.
[True, he hadn't fully come to place his feelings for his Original quite yet. That didn't mean he didn't like spending time with him, or at the very least want to spend time with him.
And, in the end, wasn't he just another person who Ion owed an apology to, for what had happened in June?]
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But he smiles as he gets comfortable. Funny how so painfully identical yet wholly unlike one another their mirrored smiles were.]
Of course I wouldn't mind. [It wasn't a lie.] I enjoy your company.
[True, he hadn't fully come to place his feelings for his Original quite yet. That didn't mean he didn't like spending time with him, or at the very least want to spend time with him.
And, in the end, wasn't he just another person who Ion owed an apology to, for what had happened in June?]