It's on-topic, after all, and the convections of conversation mean that it's time for the ball to be in his court, so to speak, and yet. If someone demanded he explain his hesitation, the fact that he draws breath in order to lie to her
I am a god, of course I'm loved
and then the moment for a glib response passes and he's blinked, once, remembering Mobius,
Do you really believe you deserve to be alone?
his inability to say anything of substance to Sylvie before being erased from time, the death of his mother that was his own doing, the destruction of Asgard, he's not sure he'd be able to explain away why that doesn't happen. What comes out instead of a haughty dismissal of the need, or even a shy glance in return is another hard swallow and the words: ]
There wasn't enough time.
[ He doesn't... know. If it would have worked, or how much time it would have taken, or what he really would've said to Sylvie that could have changed anything, if it would have helped or hindered to have Thor involved, if this is any different. This place, Thedas, and its fallen gods and plagues and living stones and magic and whispering demons and forced tranquility and a woman who loves a man who is just like him but perhaps nothing like him, because at some point he walked away.
He blinks again, and raises the cup to his lips, before refocusing his attention on Lexie instead of staring blindly at her features as if they could explain his own behavior to him. ]
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It's on-topic, after all, and the convections of conversation mean that it's time for the ball to be in his court, so to speak, and yet. If someone demanded he explain his hesitation, the fact that he draws breath in order to lie to her
and then the moment for a glib response passes and he's blinked, once, remembering Mobius,
his inability to say anything of substance to Sylvie before being erased from time, the death of his mother that was his own doing, the destruction of Asgard, he's not sure he'd be able to explain away why that doesn't happen. What comes out instead of a haughty dismissal of the need, or even a shy glance in return is another hard swallow and the words: ]
There wasn't enough time.
[ He doesn't... know. If it would have worked, or how much time it would have taken, or what he really would've said to Sylvie that could have changed anything, if it would have helped or hindered to have Thor involved, if this is any different. This place, Thedas, and its fallen gods and plagues and living stones and magic and whispering demons and forced tranquility and a woman who loves a man who is just like him but perhaps nothing like him, because at some point he walked away.
He blinks again, and raises the cup to his lips, before refocusing his attention on Lexie instead of staring blindly at her features as if they could explain his own behavior to him. ]