"Feel it. Not..." He struggled with the words, and finally gave up, sighing and starting over. "I'm not in love with Nariko." Or with you, he thought, but didn't say. Like her, he had decided it was best to deal with one issue at a time, especially when his head was starting to feel rather cloudy. "But I can feel his love for her, especially when I'm near them. Bert..." He frowned. "I don't think he realises that's what's happening. He doesn't feel it so strong. There's just a comfortableness around her that wasn't there before. It's hard to explain."
To say the least. Sighing again, he wrapped both hands back around the mug and tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't feel it," he said at last, "I just touch it. Like sitting by the river where he's swimming. But for a while, just a while, he actually seemed happy." And that hurt worst of all, to see it ripped away.
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Date: 2015-03-05 03:54 am (UTC)To say the least. Sighing again, he wrapped both hands back around the mug and tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't feel it," he said at last, "I just touch it. Like sitting by the river where he's swimming. But for a while, just a while, he actually seemed happy." And that hurt worst of all, to see it ripped away.