[ any bit of contact is nice—he's a very physical guy. it's a small gesture, but it reaches him almost more than words do. diluc is obviously not a chatterbox; it is the quietly spoken heart of his sentiments, this effort to reach out in a difficult time, that he appreciates.
he smiles; one of his hands is much less rusted than the other, and he uses it to return the gesture, almost playful. ]
I know. I tell others as much, whenever I see them suffering.
[ he sighs, a tired huff, but not without a wry amusement. ]
Strange then, how difficult it is to remind myself of the same! Maybe it's something we always need to hear from someone else.
[ the light tap on his arm draws a smile from diluc, small but heartfelt. just as sidon understands his reticence, he knows sidon as someone of broad and sweeping action. this quieter gesture stands apart all the more, feels like something personal. ]
...We're very much the same in that regard.
[ better at offering a shoulder than receiving one. ]
I'll gladly remind you any time, Sidon. Though I'll admit I don't care to hear it, myself.
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he smiles; one of his hands is much less rusted than the other, and he uses it to return the gesture, almost playful. ]
I know. I tell others as much, whenever I see them suffering.
[ he sighs, a tired huff, but not without a wry amusement. ]
Strange then, how difficult it is to remind myself of the same! Maybe it's something we always need to hear from someone else.
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...We're very much the same in that regard.
[ better at offering a shoulder than receiving one. ]
I'll gladly remind you any time, Sidon. Though I'll admit I don't care to hear it, myself.
[ he huffs, allowing for a little bit of humor. ]