( While Lalli talks, Emil subconsciously drinks the rest of his beer, unaware that he's downed the bottle. It doesn't leave him feeling buzzed, yet, but it does make his throat feel a bit tingly.
He blinks while Lalli talks, sputtering a bit at his last gulp without realizing it. Once he thinks Lalli has finished, he collects himself, wiping a trail of leftover liquid off of his chin. Gross. )
You could say something like that, yes... ( It just seems natural to him; to give to others what he likes when he wants to be cherished. It's not everything to him, but it's something. Love...it's not a word he's ever associated with it, but he guesses you could say he -- no, he doesn't love these people. He likes them enough to do things for them and partake in traditions with them, but love. No. There are a few people he could say that he loves, like friends and like family. He won't share that caveat with Lalli, who seems to be more understanding than angry at the moment.
He doesn't know if he should share that Lalli is part of that simple circle or not, either; is it relevant or no? It seems like it goes without saying that Lalli is his best friend -- the friend he likes the best, remember!! -- and that means he feels more strongly about Lalli than someone like Waver or Akira, even though he's known them for longer than he knew Lalli when he first thought of him as a friend.
While he's thinking all of these things, he's just sort of staring at Lalli in real time, a long awkward pause. Something finally snaps him out of his concentration long enough to keep going on. )
It's not like you weren't right...a little. I should save up in case we stay here longer than the eight weeks. Maybe make some money... ( That last bit is a tossed out suggestion. not one that he'd put a lot of thought into, but his tongue is feeling loser after downing all that alcohol so quickly. )
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He blinks while Lalli talks, sputtering a bit at his last gulp without realizing it. Once he thinks Lalli has finished, he collects himself, wiping a trail of leftover liquid off of his chin. Gross. )
You could say something like that, yes... ( It just seems natural to him; to give to others what he likes when he wants to be cherished. It's not everything to him, but it's something. Love...it's not a word he's ever associated with it, but he guesses you could say he -- no, he doesn't love these people. He likes them enough to do things for them and partake in traditions with them, but love. No. There are a few people he could say that he loves, like friends and like family. He won't share that caveat with Lalli, who seems to be more understanding than angry at the moment.
He doesn't know if he should share that Lalli is part of that simple circle or not, either; is it relevant or no? It seems like it goes without saying that Lalli is his best friend -- the friend he likes the best, remember!! -- and that means he feels more strongly about Lalli than someone like Waver or Akira, even though he's known them for longer than he knew Lalli when he first thought of him as a friend.
While he's thinking all of these things, he's just sort of staring at Lalli in real time, a long awkward pause. Something finally snaps him out of his concentration long enough to keep going on. )
It's not like you weren't right...a little. I should save up in case we stay here longer than the eight weeks. Maybe make some money... ( That last bit is a tossed out suggestion. not one that he'd put a lot of thought into, but his tongue is feeling loser after downing all that alcohol so quickly. )