spiritbalm | pc: marcoh

[ Ah. He. The expression on his face turns pained in an instant, but he tries to repress it just as quick. ]

Is he... someone you love?

[ he'll catch that expression and it makes his chest hurt, his heart clench. ]

Despite my better judgment. Believe me, I've been called pathetic for it more than a few times here already.

[ fish fear me, women HATE my taste in men ]

[ NOT THE WOMEN JUDGMENT. ]

It's not pathetic.

[ Fiddling absently with his balled up jacket in his hands. ]

I think, it is not wrong to love who you want to. No matter what people say.

I've... [ One last hesitation. ] ...heard my fair share, of something like that.

[ well, it's a little pathetic. but probably not for the same reason marcoh is talking about here.

blinking at him for a second, wiping off his nose with the back of a hand. ]

Then they're the nug-for-brains who are wrong. Anyone would be lucky to have you.

...

[ Well, he doesn't answer that. ]

I am sorry it came to this.

I know. Thank you.

[ sincerely. he's grateful. they're only words, but they matter. he wishes he knew what to say to make it better, but he doesn't. ]

I can at least try and get you anything that will make the night easier.

[ Doesn't know if Anders plans to stay in church but he figured maybe he'd keep him here because the belltower is close by. He can get him like. Soup I guess. Rip Anders. Your JUSTICE!!! ]