[His hand snatched away, briefly forgetting Zevran's skills and how touch might cause concern... and it left him feeling somewhat like he deserved that. Touching was now out of bounds, and he stopped where he was, looking at his hand. Appreciation was better than disregard, but he felt less than a friend in this moment, a stranger, politely distanced. That hurt, but what had he expected?]
...Yeah. It's the least I can do.
[Taking in a breath through his nose, he steeled himself with a pleasant smile and started forward again. No sense in wallowing or giving Zevran false hopes. That, he concluded, would be cruel. This was a mess that was his fault, he needed to own up to it.]
Bath, dinner, sleep. In that order, c'mon, now.
[Because while they needed to speak, they needed also to be in their best frame of mind.]
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...Yeah. It's the least I can do.
[Taking in a breath through his nose, he steeled himself with a pleasant smile and started forward again. No sense in wallowing or giving Zevran false hopes. That, he concluded, would be cruel. This was a mess that was his fault, he needed to own up to it.]
Bath, dinner, sleep. In that order, c'mon, now.
[Because while they needed to speak, they needed also to be in their best frame of mind.]