( it had been true when he'd said it, and he sees it now, too: the way that gojou and felwinter work well together, the way that they meet on a similar level, the way that they think of each other as equals, as much as he can see. it's the sort of thing that he thinks gojou needs, in this place; he needs someone to help meet him and also help bring him down, and it makes him feel almost indebted towards felwinter, as though gojou himself is a member of his family and he should be saying thank you for watching over him like a worried mother.
that thought, at least, brings some warmth to the icy chill he can feel settling over himself; his gaze slides, and there's a short, brief nod. sitting. right. he doesn't have to stand here like he's being scrutinized.
of course, this means that he takes a glance around him and very gently sinks himself down onto the floor, shifting to sit cross-legged, at least, his hands pressed calmly into his lap. )
...How I spend my time, here? ( repeating it slowly gives his thoughts a moment to catch up: but as always, honesty clamors forward, slow and methodical. )
Mostly reading. Helping out where I can. Talking to the--children, here. ( a soft swallow. ) Training. I'd like to learn a lot of new things, and some of them, I think, are necessary.
( cooking, for example, or writing letters--things he has little experience in. )
...Do you enjoy food? ( tentatively, as he risks a small glance at felwinter, mild--and one of his hands lifts, a ghost of his own fingertips over his mouth. ) I might have asked you, but most of what I remember from our first meeting was...the rest of it.
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that thought, at least, brings some warmth to the icy chill he can feel settling over himself; his gaze slides, and there's a short, brief nod. sitting. right. he doesn't have to stand here like he's being scrutinized.
of course, this means that he takes a glance around him and very gently sinks himself down onto the floor, shifting to sit cross-legged, at least, his hands pressed calmly into his lap. )
...How I spend my time, here? ( repeating it slowly gives his thoughts a moment to catch up: but as always, honesty clamors forward, slow and methodical. )
Mostly reading. Helping out where I can. Talking to the--children, here. ( a soft swallow. ) Training. I'd like to learn a lot of new things, and some of them, I think, are necessary.
( cooking, for example, or writing letters--things he has little experience in. )
...Do you enjoy food? ( tentatively, as he risks a small glance at felwinter, mild--and one of his hands lifts, a ghost of his own fingertips over his mouth. ) I might have asked you, but most of what I remember from our first meeting was...the rest of it.