He doesn't complain. He's far from exhausted, his eyes tracing invisible
patterns across the ceiling, but he's there. He's not moving. And he
relaxes, slightly, as Zevran does, as if he was waiting for the cord to
snap the whole time and he finally understands that it's not going to.
"I'm not really sure it's yours to do anything with," Gavin replied, his
voice quiet. He didn't know the answer, really. He'd never known what to do
with people worried about him. But that didn't stop him worrying about
Zevran.
"They're going to be afraid and they're going to be concerned, because they
care about you, Zevran." He carefully did not say I. This was a
hypothetical conversation about other people, after all.
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He doesn't complain. He's far from exhausted, his eyes tracing invisible patterns across the ceiling, but he's there. He's not moving. And he relaxes, slightly, as Zevran does, as if he was waiting for the cord to snap the whole time and he finally understands that it's not going to.
"I'm not really sure it's yours to do anything with," Gavin replied, his voice quiet. He didn't know the answer, really. He'd never known what to do with people worried about him. But that didn't stop him worrying about Zevran.
"They're going to be afraid and they're going to be concerned, because they care about you, Zevran." He carefully did not say I. This was a hypothetical conversation about other people, after all.