[ for the most part, he's quiet as they walk, still focused outwards. gu yun will let out a snicker every now and then, perfectly playing the part of a drunken lush after a busy morning brunch (?), and wobbling into harrow, being sure to lean his weight on hers. however, he responds easily to the obstacles, and never once hits a thing.
he reaches in his pocket for his phone, to open the door. they can just go to his room, for now - law shouldn't be there. thanks pcs, and once the door is shut, he straightens again, spine ramrod straight. the room is familiar enough (he's already walked it more than enough times that he knows the layout, walked each part of the room with his eyes closed, when he could see. learning, learning) and so, he finds a chair and settles in it while harrow talks.
...it's not the first time, that he's related to something she said. the things they have in common continue to err on the side of depressing, but... there's a sort of camaraderie to it, even if it's to something he wouldn't ever admit to by choice. (and, gu yun recalls the silly letter he'd sent along with the blessing of his co conspirator, and winces a bit, internally. rotten luck, but it's like him to stumble accidentally into causing someone an issue when trying to be funny.)
he's quiet, for a long moment, and then, eventually, his expression shifts, into a lopsided, sardonic smile.]
...Someone who sees too much, and someone who doesn't see at all. What a pair we make.
[ it's only a joke in the way that you have to comment on something like that to cope with it. it's the only way he knows how to deal with both the revelation of his own secret and with the trust that harrow is giving him in exchange, in what he is going to trust her with, too. it's - it's a lot. he takes a deep breath.
and doesn't reject what's given, leaning into this offering of trust, tentatively. ]
Do you know what triggers it in specific? [ my marshal, she'd said. there's some irony there, too. ] Or is it sudden and random?
[She'll let him go easily once they're in the room, not wanting to wound his pride. She paces a bit as she talks, both absent and a way to let him know where she is.]
I believe there are specific triggers, but. . . thinking too deeply on what those triggers might be is one of them. So you can imagine I haven't bothered to puzzle it out.
[She touches her hand to her temple, her frontal lobe, feeling the beginnings of an excruciating headache already.]
[ gu yun can't see her touching her head, which is unfortunate - he gets the same symptom, and will likely be experiencing it soon. instead, he just settles where he's sitting, looking slightly less tense than he did ten minutes ago, resting his chin on his hand. ]
I can imagine. [ snort. yeah. ] Alright. [ he won't press. she's not pressing. it's. nice, actually. it's what he would want, ultimately, and gu yun shifts, for a moment, teetering like he's deciding before he finally says, softly - ]
....thanks.
[ no specification other than that, but it's sincere.
there's a moment of quiet. ]
....If you pass out in public, I'll let everyone know you're swooning over me. [ aaaand there it goes. at least he's joking ]
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he reaches in his pocket for his phone, to open the door. they can just go to his room, for now - law shouldn't be there. thanks pcs, and once the door is shut, he straightens again, spine ramrod straight. the room is familiar enough (he's already walked it more than enough times that he knows the layout, walked each part of the room with his eyes closed, when he could see. learning, learning) and so, he finds a chair and settles in it while harrow talks.
...it's not the first time, that he's related to something she said. the things they have in common continue to err on the side of depressing, but... there's a sort of camaraderie to it, even if it's to something he wouldn't ever admit to by choice. (and, gu yun recalls the silly letter he'd sent along with the blessing of his co conspirator, and winces a bit, internally. rotten luck, but it's like him to stumble accidentally into causing someone an issue when trying to be funny.)
he's quiet, for a long moment, and then, eventually, his expression shifts, into a lopsided, sardonic smile.]
...Someone who sees too much, and someone who doesn't see at all. What a pair we make.
[ it's only a joke in the way that you have to comment on something like that to cope with it. it's the only way he knows how to deal with both the revelation of his own secret and with the trust that harrow is giving him in exchange, in what he is going to trust her with, too. it's - it's a lot. he takes a deep breath.
and doesn't reject what's given, leaning into this offering of trust, tentatively. ]
Do you know what triggers it in specific? [ my marshal, she'd said. there's some irony there, too. ] Or is it sudden and random?
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[She'll let him go easily once they're in the room, not wanting to wound his pride. She paces a bit as she talks, both absent and a way to let him know where she is.]
I believe there are specific triggers, but. . . thinking too deeply on what those triggers might be is one of them. So you can imagine I haven't bothered to puzzle it out.
[She touches her hand to her temple, her frontal lobe, feeling the beginnings of an excruciating headache already.]
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I can imagine. [ snort. yeah. ] Alright. [ he won't press. she's not pressing. it's. nice, actually. it's what he would want, ultimately, and gu yun shifts, for a moment, teetering like he's deciding before he finally says, softly - ]
....thanks.
[ no specification other than that, but it's sincere.
there's a moment of quiet. ]
....If you pass out in public, I'll let everyone know you're swooning over me. [ aaaand there it goes. at least he's joking ]
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[Her tone is harsh, but like. It is a joke. She doesn't acknowledge the thanks, but she hears it. Understood.]