Character
Acaadi was eighteen and therefore everything was awkward. His social life had been close to nonexistent for months. There had just been a simple routine of waking, training, leaning and eating every day. The days had started to slip into one another and then the weeks had done so too.
"Of course," he said softly. He didn't really know quite what she meant. She shifted as if she was embarrassed for opening up this way.
Acaadi had spent all this time trying to control his emotions. Ever since he had strayed a little close to the darkness. Now he was struggling to marshal his own feelings. It was only when he said the words that it struck him just how much he had missed her. That could wait for another day. What she needed now was to feel as if she could be safe here again.
"I'm here if you just need a shoulder to cry on, yeah?" he added, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Of course," he said softly. He didn't really know quite what she meant. She shifted as if she was embarrassed for opening up this way.
Acaadi had spent all this time trying to control his emotions. Ever since he had strayed a little close to the darkness. Now he was struggling to marshal his own feelings. It was only when he said the words that it struck him just how much he had missed her. That could wait for another day. What she needed now was to feel as if she could be safe here again.
"I'm here if you just need a shoulder to cry on, yeah?" he added, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.