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[tenebraecious]

Even if he is, that does not change my invitation.

[hmm]

Or the fact that our rooms are sound proof.

[mind_blown]

... Okay.

[he's too tired to even make the obvious phrasing joke. just. so much phrasing.]

[tenebraecious]

Good. Of course, you may stay as long as you wish.

[considering she was aware of it (and also expecting it), she's grateful he hasn't. just taking his hand and leading him inside, directly to her room]

[mind_blown]

[he will only briefly glance around, forever curious about dorms not his own.]

Generous offer, you know.

[tenebraecious]

I would be overjoyed if you did take full advantage of it.

[not shutting her door behind them when they are in her room, it's rather stark since she's been spending her points elsewhere, but staying near the door instead]

I'm going to prepare a few items. Please, make yourself comfortable.

[mind_blown]

[he can respect that, because... well, he's been doing the same. but he's not going to be too nosy.

however, he will pull his hood back down, so it's not obscuring his face anymore]

[tenebraecious]

[given roughly five minutes or so, she comes back in with a tray: water, tea, biscuits, sandwiches, and fruit . . . and then the door gets shut as she moves to put it down at a table]

Take whatever you like.

[going to start on a cup of tea for herself and him]

[mind_blown]

[honestly, he'll take at least one of the biscuits, before leaning against the wall.

in the light, it's easier to see that he's very pale, and has new scars along his arms]

Thanks.

[tenebraecious]

You are welcome.

[considering that then setting a cup of tea down in his direction, hands around her own cup]

You said you were bad at explaining. Would questions help? Or would you rather take some time to put everything in order?

[mind_blown]

... It's not that I'm bad at explaining.

[he pauses, furrowing his brow....]

... Let's try questions. Maybe that'll work.

[tenebraecious]

[absolutely keeping eyes on him, trained to do so]

You were hurt. How?

[mind_blown]

I got into a fight.

And I didn't care about how hurt I got, so... it just made it worse.

[tenebraecious]

You worried someone. How did that make it worse?

[mind_blown]

Because... I backed Griffin into a corner. I was trying to kill him.

[tenebraecious]

. . . You did not?

[mind_blown]

No, I didn't.

[tenebraecious]

It is still difficult that you tried?

[she's guessing, it shows]

[mind_blown]

... A little.

That idiot's mad that he didn't beat me, and I'm mad that I almost killed someone I liked for no damn reason.

[tenebraecious]

Griffin has different priorities. You cannot hold them against him if you do feel something towards him . . .

[mind_blown]

... Then let say it this way: I'm mad at myself.

[tenebraecious]

[and dropping her gaze]

I know. That you thought and moved to that without hesitation has troubled you for some time now, hasn't it?

[letting go of her cup of tea, going to delicately find a spot near him, leaning against him with a sigh]

You put great effort in holding yourself back. If only, that much effort could go into easily following your ideals. That is asking a great deal, I know, but I know you are capable. Under your own power and means, you can.

[mind_blown]

Yeah. When my head's not being messed with? I can hold myself back

[he pauses, glancing over at her, and then slightly counter-leaning, and then he moves his hand over hers.]

Guess... I don't know.

[tenebraecious]

You are not wrong to wish to fight and hurt to protect those you love, Jay. Many are protected by the sacrifices of those willing to endure that labor.

[lacing her fingers with his]

[mind_blown]

[it's weird that he appreciates the contact so, when he doesn't necessarily seek it out either.]

What if it was pointless. Another case of getting your intentions and decision making hijacked?

[tenebraecious]

It is not pointless. Your intentions and decision are you. If you wish to cast blame on all for what they are made to do, then you will end up alone.