[This, for the first time, isn't something he fears talking about. He's comfortable with being honest, with telling the other exactly how things were. That to rely on him and trust him takes off such a weight that he didn't even realize he'd been wearing it in the first place. He'd laugh if the scenario were a bit less caused by his hand, but better late than never, right?
Of course, Mydei's instinctual scolding of HKS just makes Phainon grin wider, because it's familiar. It's a warm feeling, something he was berated with time and time again for being himself and the Kremnoan not knowing what to do with him half the time. It was a constant that he grew to enjoy the more he heard it, if only because it brought a sense of normalcy compared to the burdens the two of them bore upon their shoulders.
At the reintroduction though, Phainon blinks when Mydei puts his free hand on his face, feeling his heart practically leap into his throat at the touch. He swallows, finding a bit of laughter escape him, desperately wanting the other to realize just how intertwined they really are.
How much he still loves him, even after 33 million instances and a whole new life later.]
I hope my haunting hasn't been too awkward. [Dork. He does nod, though, his hand on Mydei's squeezing just a little.] We did spend a lot of time around each other, once you came to Okhema with your people. Even before you and I were on the Flame Chase, we interacted plenty. A lot of the time it was either in sparring or being somewhere to just talk with each other.
[Maybe this may help Mydei start to get an idea of how things were, once upon a time.]
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Of course, Mydei's instinctual scolding of HKS just makes Phainon grin wider, because it's familiar. It's a warm feeling, something he was berated with time and time again for being himself and the Kremnoan not knowing what to do with him half the time. It was a constant that he grew to enjoy the more he heard it, if only because it brought a sense of normalcy compared to the burdens the two of them bore upon their shoulders.
At the reintroduction though, Phainon blinks when Mydei puts his free hand on his face, feeling his heart practically leap into his throat at the touch. He swallows, finding a bit of laughter escape him, desperately wanting the other to realize just how intertwined they really are.
How much he still loves him, even after 33 million instances and a whole new life later.]
I hope my haunting hasn't been too awkward. [Dork. He does nod, though, his hand on Mydei's squeezing just a little.] We did spend a lot of time around each other, once you came to Okhema with your people. Even before you and I were on the Flame Chase, we interacted plenty. A lot of the time it was either in sparring or being somewhere to just talk with each other.
[Maybe this may help Mydei start to get an idea of how things were, once upon a time.]