"I'm sorry. This is- just the kind of person I am."
"What," Fitz replies, already chuckling, because Nighteyes' determined affection is a contagious thing, and it's broken down some of his own walls with its effusiveness. The Fool would be proud, he hopes, wherever he is, and he unthinkingly shifts his weight some to accommodate Huaisang leaning into his space. "A man with a heart? Eda, the stories I could tell you about men I've known who should have let out their miseries this way, rather than--" he hunts about for a moment for an example, not for lack of any to choose from, but the glut of them, and gesticulates vaguely with a hand, "--drowning it in ale, or gambling it all on cockfights only to lose all their week's earnings in a single night instead. No," he says and shakes his head, drops his arm across Huaisang's shoulder, "Nighteyes has the right of it. I think you're brave, Huaisang. Ah--here, let me show you--"
He reaches past Huaisang to bury his hand in Nighteyes' dense ruff, giving him an affectionate and jostling scratch along one cheek near his jaw. The other hand comes around to affectionately clap the wolf on his side, and his gruff grumble of, "what a greedy lad," is more laughter that lives in his chest than actual words, and if Huaisang ends up more or less boxed between his arms and Nighteyes in the process, well, that wasn't intentional, and he does drop one arm back to his side after only a second or two.
In his element, Nighteyes has his ears laid flat with affection, his tail lashing like a whipcord behind them. When he mouths playfully at Huaisang's hand there is nothing but affection for one he perceives as being hardly more than a pup himself suffusing the connection between their minds, though he and Fitz both quickly look in tandem towards the door precisely a moment before a knock lands upon it.
"Room service," someone calls blandly from the other side. "Dinner, compliments of the manager."
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"What," Fitz replies, already chuckling, because Nighteyes' determined affection is a contagious thing, and it's broken down some of his own walls with its effusiveness. The Fool would be proud, he hopes, wherever he is, and he unthinkingly shifts his weight some to accommodate Huaisang leaning into his space. "A man with a heart? Eda, the stories I could tell you about men I've known who should have let out their miseries this way, rather than--" he hunts about for a moment for an example, not for lack of any to choose from, but the glut of them, and gesticulates vaguely with a hand, "--drowning it in ale, or gambling it all on cockfights only to lose all their week's earnings in a single night instead. No," he says and shakes his head, drops his arm across Huaisang's shoulder, "Nighteyes has the right of it. I think you're brave, Huaisang. Ah--here, let me show you--"
He reaches past Huaisang to bury his hand in Nighteyes' dense ruff, giving him an affectionate and jostling scratch along one cheek near his jaw. The other hand comes around to affectionately clap the wolf on his side, and his gruff grumble of, "what a greedy lad," is more laughter that lives in his chest than actual words, and if Huaisang ends up more or less boxed between his arms and Nighteyes in the process, well, that wasn't intentional, and he does drop one arm back to his side after only a second or two.
In his element, Nighteyes has his ears laid flat with affection, his tail lashing like a whipcord behind them. When he mouths playfully at Huaisang's hand there is nothing but affection for one he perceives as being hardly more than a pup himself suffusing the connection between their minds, though he and Fitz both quickly look in tandem towards the door precisely a moment before a knock lands upon it.
"Room service," someone calls blandly from the other side. "Dinner, compliments of the manager."