[In all the times he's ever gushed love all over Nill -mostly in emotional or unguarded moments, when he's sick or injured or freaked out-he's never once felt it back from her. He's never even expected to. So he's completely bowled over to get a warm feeling pushed back at him in return. For a moment he wonders if he's somehow ricocheted his own emotions off a wall of some sort, but no...no, it's different.
A lump forms in his throat, which he tries to clear away, embarrassed. He closes his eyes, so the tears that are trying to build up there won't be visible. Damn, right in the guts, just when he's least guarded. He takes a shaky breath and nods to show that he heard her. But he doesn't quite trust himself to do anything else. Nill's seen him cry once before, it's true, but there's no way he can cry over this. It's the wrong response, and he's sure he only feels like it because he's so sick and exhausted. And because the feeling is so...do much better actually, than anything he's ever dared to hope for.
The lump in his throat doesn't budge, and he decides to forgo a bit of pride to save face. He tells a little lie, and shakily makes his escape.]
I think the water was a bad idea. Just a minute, okay?
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A lump forms in his throat, which he tries to clear away, embarrassed. He closes his eyes, so the tears that are trying to build up there won't be visible. Damn, right in the guts, just when he's least guarded. He takes a shaky breath and nods to show that he heard her. But he doesn't quite trust himself to do anything else. Nill's seen him cry once before, it's true, but there's no way he can cry over this. It's the wrong response, and he's sure he only feels like it because he's so sick and exhausted. And because the feeling is so...do much better actually, than anything he's ever dared to hope for.
The lump in his throat doesn't budge, and he decides to forgo a bit of pride to save face. He tells a little lie, and shakily makes his escape.]
I think the water was a bad idea. Just a minute, okay?