[his head dips, feet not budging. a good part of him recognizes the suggestions of defeat in Noh-Varr's body language: lacking sleep or peace of mind, quiet, watchful but not assertive. sitting back, for once. the blond was never what he'd call loud, but there'd always been a type of energy to him.]
[the last time he'd seen the man like this was by a campfire in a frozen tundra. they'd barely known each other - but that didn't matter when sent so far from the familiar, scared and alone. the impression of the other being something strong and impressive hadn't faded, but it had gained some nostalgia. as with all memories, it transformed into something larger than it had been.]
[or perhaps Noh-Varr simply was that grand, even in grief. Hinata rarely felt things at less than one-hundred-percent.]
I'm tired of listening to myself.
[despite what the offer had been--- those are the words that slip out of his mouth. he still doesn't draw closer.]
Why don't you vent?
[if he said he had nothing worth saying - Hinata would call bullshit.]
no subject
[the last time he'd seen the man like this was by a campfire in a frozen tundra. they'd barely known each other - but that didn't matter when sent so far from the familiar, scared and alone. the impression of the other being something strong and impressive hadn't faded, but it had gained some nostalgia. as with all memories, it transformed into something larger than it had been.]
[or perhaps Noh-Varr simply was that grand, even in grief. Hinata rarely felt things at less than one-hundred-percent.]
I'm tired of listening to myself.
[despite what the offer had been--- those are the words that slip out of his mouth. he still doesn't draw closer.]
Why don't you vent?
[if he said he had nothing worth saying - Hinata would call bullshit.]