[Those words are enough to make him sit up straight. He turns in his chair, one hand gripping the back of it as he faces Mattias. There's not the same anger that's been burning in them the rest of the conversation. It's left something a lot more hesitant. Worried. Unhinged.]
I haven't once said it was a burden.
[His voice is softer, even if there's something mildly stern in that.] How many times did I call you? I've been returning to this ship each night with the hope that you'll come back so that I can rest at ease, Mattias.
Did you really come here only to ask a favor and leave? [His grip on the chair tightens slightly.] I get nothing more? No thoughts, no plans, no conversation?
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Date: 2015-05-05 08:11 pm (UTC)I haven't once said it was a burden.
[His voice is softer, even if there's something mildly stern in that.] How many times did I call you? I've been returning to this ship each night with the hope that you'll come back so that I can rest at ease, Mattias.
Did you really come here only to ask a favor and leave? [His grip on the chair tightens slightly.] I get nothing more? No thoughts, no plans, no conversation?
Who is burdening whom?