"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[He's quiet for a moment, his expression clearly contemplative and...frustrated.]
...The mind can weather far more than you give it credit for. Mayhap yours is one that gets lost without constant love and affection, but I have learned that I can fair endure more than you suggest me capable.
I tire of this. You should return to the others ere they worry you've gotten yourself lost in more than simply your sentimental idealism.
I’m already on my way. Would you have me run? I’ll leave you alone if that’s truly what you wish... [ He hasn’t missed the little shifts in his dear friends’ expression, of course. But it was so much to unpack. He wonders if he should have pointed out the bruising.]
Well, I see no point in continuing this conversation, you've well ruined what enjoyment there would be from this interaction—unless you are not satisfied with that?
[He mulls on that for a moment, then shakes his head.]
Nay, the mood has passed.
[Without thinking, he runs his hand through his hair in frustration...and wipes some of his mess right into it. He freezes the moment he realizes he's done this, but then tries to play it off, keeping his hand there as he lightly grips his hair.
He'll just shower after this.]
I shouldn't keep you. Both you and Estinien need your rest for travel, and it's getting late...
[Hythlodaeus raises his eyebrows. Had he had the chance to wash his hands? He’d pushed his friend to the threshold already anyway. He says nothing but the visible part of his facial expression betrays his thoughts. The merciful thing would be to allow him a graceful exit to go wash up...]
...Yes, but of course. We do need our rest. Goodnight, Hades.
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[He sighs as his tone of voice becomes slow and even once more. ]
Without love and comfort the mind withers muchlike the body withers without food and rest. What clear thoughts can be made in such a state?
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...The mind can weather far more than you give it credit for. Mayhap yours is one that gets lost without constant love and affection, but I have learned that I can fair endure more than you suggest me capable.
I tire of this. You should return to the others ere they worry you've gotten yourself lost in more than simply your sentimental idealism.
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I’m already on my way. Would you have me run? I’ll leave you alone if that’s truly what you wish... [ He hasn’t missed the little shifts in his dear friends’ expression, of course. But it was so much to unpack. He wonders if he should have pointed out the bruising.]
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[He says bitterly.]
Well, I see no point in continuing this conversation, you've well ruined what enjoyment there would be from this interaction—unless you are not satisfied with that?
[Well, someone's bitchy.]
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[His smile slowly broadens as his eyes flick down the the camera before he looks back to where he’s going. ]
Unless you would truly rather be rid of me.
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Nay, the mood has passed.
[Without thinking, he runs his hand through his hair in frustration...and wipes some of his mess right into it. He freezes the moment he realizes he's done this, but then tries to play it off, keeping his hand there as he lightly grips his hair.
He'll just shower after this.]
I shouldn't keep you. Both you and Estinien need your rest for travel, and it's getting late...
[It's really not that late...]
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...Yes, but of course. We do need our rest. Goodnight, Hades.
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Yes.
[Short, but he's a little mortified with himself at the moment.]
Rest well, my friend. Goodnight.
[And he cuts the feed, and immediately tosses his 'gear off the bed, and makes his way for the washroom. Goddammit.]