[ He Xuan becomes a little flustered, enough to for once being unable to say anything regarding the first question due to being so, eyes glancing away for a little bit, because well. Hm. It is true.
How embarrassing. But he imagines that is exactly Tartaglia's intention, and a small scoff leaves him.
Though, this time when Tartaglia asks about his motivations, he concludes there's no sense in evading it, and as he's carefully figuring how he would prefer to answer that, there is more that follows. Which of course ensures his lips are already curling downwards into another frown, wondering if it will just be something like a rehash of their last conversation. Not something he had in mind for a date.
But, even so, the other male keeps talking...and talking. Of all the things he might have imagined hearing from Tartaglia, it isn't an apology.
His expression seems unreadable, and cold as he's back to watching the other closely. Perhaps even unmoved. In the past, He Xuan was a far less forgiving man. Though... ]
No, you shouldn't have. At least, not to that extent. As for what the others think of me now...it matters little. My goal isn't to obtain everyone's approval. But, at that time, I had no intentions of losing. Not to anyone. If that means pissing off everyone here in the process, so be it.
[ He Xuan says bluntly, now that he has chosen to say it. He loathed having to deal with the crowd and appealing to a damned goddess of all people, but would he take it back? Absolutely not.
He does admittedly think that there is a point, about having at least mentioned some of that sooner. There is nothing so neat about this, though does it all have to be debated? Not so, when it doesn't serve them to rehash anything. ]
Whatever the case, I know you make the apology in earnest, and have no intention of rejecting it whatsoever. In retrospect, I hope you will also accept a proper apology for my foolishness, when I lashed out at you.
[ He Xuan had admitted he was wrong, it's true. But he wants to ensure that proper amends are made. And so he brings his hands together, bowing his head slightly in his direction. ]
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[ He Xuan becomes a little flustered, enough to for once being unable to say anything regarding the first question due to being so, eyes glancing away for a little bit, because well. Hm. It is true.
How embarrassing. But he imagines that is exactly Tartaglia's intention, and a small scoff leaves him.
Though, this time when Tartaglia asks about his motivations, he concludes there's no sense in evading it, and as he's carefully figuring how he would prefer to answer that, there is more that follows. Which of course ensures his lips are already curling downwards into another frown, wondering if it will just be something like a rehash of their last conversation. Not something he had in mind for a date.
But, even so, the other male keeps talking...and talking. Of all the things he might have imagined hearing from Tartaglia, it isn't an apology.
His expression seems unreadable, and cold as he's back to watching the other closely. Perhaps even unmoved. In the past, He Xuan was a far less forgiving man. Though... ]
No, you shouldn't have. At least, not to that extent. As for what the others think of me now...it matters little. My goal isn't to obtain everyone's approval. But, at that time, I had no intentions of losing. Not to anyone. If that means pissing off everyone here in the process, so be it.
[ He Xuan says bluntly, now that he has chosen to say it. He loathed having to deal with the crowd and appealing to a damned goddess of all people, but would he take it back? Absolutely not.
He does admittedly think that there is a point, about having at least mentioned some of that sooner. There is nothing so neat about this, though does it all have to be debated? Not so, when it doesn't serve them to rehash anything. ]
Whatever the case, I know you make the apology in earnest, and have no intention of rejecting it whatsoever. In retrospect, I hope you will also accept a proper apology for my foolishness, when I lashed out at you.
[ He Xuan had admitted he was wrong, it's true. But he wants to ensure that proper amends are made. And so he brings his hands together, bowing his head slightly in his direction. ]