[It's sentimental, the ebb and flow of the careful waxing of poetic matching up very much with how Trahearne had held himself on stage, speaking of history and artistry. Otegine stays silent, letting Trahearne speak, watching the shifts in his body language--
--and then inwardly panicking when he hears the tightness in Trahearne's voice that betray someone about to burst into tears.]
O-oi, oi, no no no... [He drops to a kneel in front of where Trahearne sits, a glancing touch to one of his wrists.] Where did that come from???
Trahearne, he's just angry. Making someone angry doesn't mean you suddenly forget all the other things you've done with them or that they weren't important, or that you aren't important.
[Damn it damn it damn it.... what else can he even say here?
...
His lips thin as the touch at Trahearne's wrist shifts to settle overtop, a gentle grip as he carefully tries to chooses his next words.]
...Why are you putting him on this pedestal to justify your feelings for him, anyway?
I'm... sorry, if this is out of turn, sir. Something like love... it isn't my forte. [Not by a LONG shot. Help.] But... it seems to me you're just making things a lot harder for yourself by thinking he's just some... unreachable, perfect person.
If he would give you more kindness than that, why can't you offer at least that much to yourself?
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--and then inwardly panicking when he hears the tightness in Trahearne's voice that betray someone about to burst into tears.]
O-oi, oi, no no no... [He drops to a kneel in front of where Trahearne sits, a glancing touch to one of his wrists.] Where did that come from???
Trahearne, he's just angry. Making someone angry doesn't mean you suddenly forget all the other things you've done with them or that they weren't important, or that you aren't important.
[Damn it damn it damn it.... what else can he even say here?
...
His lips thin as the touch at Trahearne's wrist shifts to settle overtop, a gentle grip as he carefully tries to chooses his next words.]
...Why are you putting him on this pedestal to justify your feelings for him, anyway?
I'm... sorry, if this is out of turn, sir. Something like love... it isn't my forte. [Not by a LONG shot. Help.] But... it seems to me you're just making things a lot harder for yourself by thinking he's just some... unreachable, perfect person.
If he would give you more kindness than that, why can't you offer at least that much to yourself?