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Seriously?
WHO: Samouel Gareth and Gavin Ashara
WHAT: Sam confronts Gavin about a certain someone
WHEN: After this (after the ball)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: WTF GAVIN and stuff. Maybe swearing.
WHAT: Sam confronts Gavin about a certain someone
WHEN: After this (after the ball)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: WTF GAVIN and stuff. Maybe swearing.
As if there was not enough on his mind, it's been extra difficult to concentrate on things after having talked to Maxwell that one night; drinking his heart out to the stars on the battlements and sadly looking at the gift he had yet to give. Having heard what had put his friend in such a state still surprised him.
So he did what any friend would do. Go find the other friend who had done it.
It might have been easier for Sam to have found Gavin by perhaps calling him on the stones, but, honestly, marching around Skyhold had helped him think about what he was going to say and get rid of some of the pent up frustration. Once he finds the elf he sighs and tries not to frown too much before approaching him.
"Gavin."
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Sam gives a heavy sigh and folds his arms over his chest and flops down on the bench next to him. He's taking away his arms and his height at the moment, hoping to see that Gavin isn't taking him as a threat.
"If that's what he's thinking he would've done it already." Trying to come up with any excuse he can, and not even reasonable ones. "Why do you think Maxwell doesn't care about you, or what you had?"
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"I'm sure he cared about me," Gavin said, looking off in the distance, relaxing slightly now that there was space between them. "Or at least thought he did. But the moment I asked him for help - he accused me of using him for his name, as if I have ever cared or--" He cut off, the anger bubbling up again, glaring off to the horizon.
"He's never treated me like I was stupid, before. Like I didn't know what I was talking about, like I didn't know what was going on. And I didn't - I thought he could see it, the way people treat us, the way things are different. But he just scoffed. And then told me to piss off. What am I supposed to do? Everyone kept warning me that nobles treat people differently - especially elves. I just hadn't... I hadn't seen it before, so I didn't believe them."
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"Alright, let's slow down, and start from the beginning so I can understand this better. Why did you ask Maxwell for help? What kind of help were you looking for him to give?" He wasn't about to comment on anything else until he had a better understanding of it all.
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Gavin, however, shut down at the question, his eyes sliding away and his lips thinning.
All his conversations about this had led to one conclusion: Humans were going to argue with him. Period. And he didn't want to lose any more friends.
"It isn't important any more," He said a little tightly. "I'll figure it out on my own."
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"I do think it's important. You're both my friends and seeing both of you clearly hurting doesn't sit well with me. Both of you think the other doesn't want to talk so clearly neither one of you is going to figure this out on your own." He sighs a bit, shoulders sagging a bit, voice quieting a bit. "You came running to me a while back, asking about having someone killed for Maxwell. I don't think this should be something you give up so easily. We both know asking for help can and is complicated at times."
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His ears drooped in shame, eyes falling to the ground.
"I don't want him hurt, or anyone to hurt him," he admitted quietly. "But I don't know what to do. If I - He's going to get hurt, if he keeps being around me. It's probably for the best if he hates me anyway."
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Sam sighs again, arms uncurling so he can lean on his knees and rest his chin in his hands. "You're in a relationship right? There are going to be things you don't agree on. You need to talk the important things out because you're different."
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"He is my friend," Gavin said miserably. "I don't understand what's just about it. My parents were best friends. Back - back before, when Pel and I -" he cut off there, sighing. "We were lovers, but we weren't friends. Not really. I didn't understand which was more important..."
And neither did Maxwell, apparently.
His ears and his head drooped, kicking his heels.
"I know I'm not the best friend in the world, but I'm a worse lover, Sam. I don't want to hurt anyone else that badly ever again."
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He would reach out to pat Gavin on the shoulder in a comforting manner but it certainly seems Gavin doesn't even trust him. "You can be a better one if you actually go and talk to him rather than trying to stay mad. You're both going to keep being hurt if you leave it like this."
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'I'm not mad, I just -" He cut off, taking a deep breath.
"There's some things I have to do. That's all. And I couldn't bear to fight with him again. I'll try talking to him later, after I've - after all that is done."
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"Leaving it as it is and waiting... isn't going to make it better, Gavin. You're both going to stew on it, and you never know when we'll be called off on a mission." It was an ugly truth that something could happen during this war. Leaving things unsaid while knowing that-?
"If that's how you want to do it though, I can't do anything about it. Course I'm going to hold you to your word." If Gavin didn't he was going to be rather cross.
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Gavin didn't say anything for a long moment. The fact was, it could very well be impossible to speak with Maxwell, after.
Sam was right. Who knew how long they had.
"I'll speak to him," he said quietly. There were just going to be some things he couldn't say.
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"Are you going to be alright talking to him on your own?" It's a silent offer to go along, and just being there in case it does get out of hand.
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"I'll manage." He heard the silent offer, but the last thing he wanted was Maxwell thinking he was too cowardly to even speak to him.
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"I'm sure some things are going to be said. Try not to lose your head too quickly though - it's going to happen until there is some understanding. I'm hoping he'll keep his head, too, but I'm talking to you right now, so..."
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"I don't want to fight with him, Sam," He said, a nervous edge to his voice. "I'll speak with him, but I don't want to fight with him again."
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"I'm just saying, Gavin. I've had my fair share, and sometimes you just have to let things get said before you can get past them. People can say hurtful things when they're mad."
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"I'm not mad," He said again. "I'm disappointed. And afraid that - that the disappointment is true."
He rubbed his arm with a hand and stood up.
"I'm not trying to hurt him, Sam. That's what you came to check, right?"
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"And I didn't say you were mad. I'm just pointing it out for when you do talk to Max. It's a lot easier to get mad when you're hurt and in turn say hurtful things." He just didn't want Gavin to just up and leave if Maxwell did say something and giving up on trying to talk.
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"Alright. I'll try to keep it in mind."
It was entirely against his nature, but Sam was trying to help, and that meant a lot.
"Thanks, Sam. Sorry."
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"I'm not the one you need to be sorry to," he says simply, standing up from the bench. Well he should be 'sorry', but not for that. He's still feeling like he's some bad guy by how Gavin is still keeping his distance, but that isn't something he's about to bring up at this moment.
Course it does make saying 'good-bye' a bit awkward since he's used to giving a pat on the back or something. Instead he just glances at Gavin for a moment with a sigh before looking down at his feet with raised brows. "Guess I'll see you around then." He stands there for a moment, trying to think of anything, but eventually just turns and walks away.