[ A very unpleasant question. Although the tension slowly seeps out of his shoulders with Iorveth's soothing rubbing, he immediately grows tense again at the inquiry. These are the sort of things one is supposed to talk about with the person they love; he knows this, yet the idea of actually opening his mouth and saying it in front of Iorveth makes him feel sick. He doesn't want Iorveth to ever see him the way that he was in those 'unpleasant meditations'. He'd rather die. ]
I don't know, [ is his immediate answer, as it always is when it's something he doesn't want to think about. Iorveth will see through that instantly, because Iorveth knows him. 'Sees him clearly', as he might like to say.
He lets his gaze drop to Iorveth's chin, hesitant to look him in the eye. ]
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I don't know, [ is his immediate answer, as it always is when it's something he doesn't want to think about. Iorveth will see through that instantly, because Iorveth knows him. 'Sees him clearly', as he might like to say.
He lets his gaze drop to Iorveth's chin, hesitant to look him in the eye. ]
The past. Getting hurt. Stupid, silly things.