He honestly didn't know if attempting to act normal was the best way to go, but then, normal didn't exist anymore anyway. So much had changed in both of their lives - whatever normal they had before (the one where Korbin pretended Chuy didn't exist and Chuy simply tried to keep existing in a strange, new world) had changed once Korbin held a place in the government, and then again when his sister had died. And now again, since that gruelling night, it was different again. How did they progress from here? What did they do?
What could they do, except what Chulane himself had preached that night? Live, and keep on living.
"Glad to hear it," he commented with a small nod, his words genuine. It wasn't as if Korbin's whereabouts were a secret - the Academy was only so big, and the people of Snowcloak revered the Kraai as a place of gathering, so Chulane knew well that the boy had access to alcohol and as probably still using it to numb the otherwise shitty existence that was grief and depression. He knew that night that he would not cure the boy of all his grievances, but at least he had helped to convince the boy to live, to give himself a chance to heal the rest later.
As Korbin turned and looked about, and then aired his question, Chuy waved a hand to indicate they were indeed fine with their supply. "We're all set," he confirmed, before deftly moving another chair around with his foot, and nudging it out. "Have a seat, if you want." He offered, shrugging slightly. He'd endeavour to never force his company on the boy again, particularly after last time. But he wanted to prove that he could be trusted, though he was still rather clueless as to how to do that.
"I'd love to hear your plans for the Kraai, if you have a moment." He was legitimately curious, and was also keen to keep helping them in whatever capacity he could, if the boy would have him.
What could they do, except what Chulane himself had preached that night? Live, and keep on living.
"Glad to hear it," he commented with a small nod, his words genuine. It wasn't as if Korbin's whereabouts were a secret - the Academy was only so big, and the people of Snowcloak revered the Kraai as a place of gathering, so Chulane knew well that the boy had access to alcohol and as probably still using it to numb the otherwise shitty existence that was grief and depression. He knew that night that he would not cure the boy of all his grievances, but at least he had helped to convince the boy to live, to give himself a chance to heal the rest later.
As Korbin turned and looked about, and then aired his question, Chuy waved a hand to indicate they were indeed fine with their supply. "We're all set," he confirmed, before deftly moving another chair around with his foot, and nudging it out. "Have a seat, if you want." He offered, shrugging slightly. He'd endeavour to never force his company on the boy again, particularly after last time. But he wanted to prove that he could be trusted, though he was still rather clueless as to how to do that.
"I'd love to hear your plans for the Kraai, if you have a moment." He was legitimately curious, and was also keen to keep helping them in whatever capacity he could, if the boy would have him.
CHULANE
No one's ever gonna stop us now
