( The most Emil feels he can ask for is for Lalli to talk. He got some talking, so he'll have to live with that. It satisfies him, as is, to have found some sort of medium where that may be possible. There's also quite a bit he's learned from all of this. Adapting approaches, a composite of Lalli's emotional state -- he'll let that sink in more when he's not otherwise preoccupied.
He also agrees with this sentiment: Emil, too, is tired. )
I could sleep. ( Like it's a casual suggestion, not a needed human requirement. He rubs his face absentmindedly, still slowly letting go of that sudden stress. It might be hard to fall asleep, but it'll be worth it once it finally comes.
The walk continues, towards "home." Emil tries to keep the silence this time, mind wandering and continuing the process of winding down. It feels like the thoughts come in spikes; as soon as he tries to push one thing away, something else will come a few moments later. Some are more invasive than others, but most are filled with processing. Thinking about all the things he thought about that feel so ridiculous now, like how he doubted Lalli's continued and consenting connection to him.
It's especially so in hindsight, seeing as they're both walking back to a shared sleeping space, not created by mission or force. It's something he's taken for granted as of late, but it becomes more comforting the longer he sits within the thought. Lalli wouldn't invite him in like that unless he wanted him there. He never seemed the type to appease favors unless he really wanted to.
Saying 'thank you' would feel unnecessary right now, or that it would just get met with a shrug. Hmm...he'll follow the mood and refrain from saying anything. It's better if he keeps it to himself, a nice cushion of surety to help finally calm his nerves. )
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He also agrees with this sentiment: Emil, too, is tired. )
I could sleep. ( Like it's a casual suggestion, not a needed human requirement. He rubs his face absentmindedly, still slowly letting go of that sudden stress. It might be hard to fall asleep, but it'll be worth it once it finally comes.
The walk continues, towards "home." Emil tries to keep the silence this time, mind wandering and continuing the process of winding down. It feels like the thoughts come in spikes; as soon as he tries to push one thing away, something else will come a few moments later. Some are more invasive than others, but most are filled with processing. Thinking about all the things he thought about that feel so ridiculous now, like how he doubted Lalli's continued and consenting connection to him.
It's especially so in hindsight, seeing as they're both walking back to a shared sleeping space, not created by mission or force. It's something he's taken for granted as of late, but it becomes more comforting the longer he sits within the thought. Lalli wouldn't invite him in like that unless he wanted him there. He never seemed the type to appease favors unless he really wanted to.
Saying 'thank you' would feel unnecessary right now, or that it would just get met with a shrug. Hmm...he'll follow the mood and refrain from saying anything. It's better if he keeps it to himself, a nice cushion of surety to help finally calm his nerves. )