He hadn't intended to praise her; perhaps that was where they clashed and fractured sharp edges against each other, in the end. He told her what he saw, what he felt, and if he was biased on her behalf? He considered that a prerogative of their friendship; past and, he hoped, future.
She was silent on the matter of losing her in his life, but he left it where the words had fallen. Pushing now might only fracture things further towards a breaking point, and he had come to help her, not to put more pressure on her. Still, when she didn't seem to want to be helped it made it more difficult to know what to do, and all he could offer was patience and support until she was ready to hear it again.
At least she was not so far sunk in her ennui that she denied the joys in her life. "Would dying change that, do you think? Would it make you any happier to be there rather than here?" he asked instead, curious and gentle as he considered her words and wondered if there was any cure for a heart so broken... other than time.
She was silent on the matter of losing her in his life, but he left it where the words had fallen. Pushing now might only fracture things further towards a breaking point, and he had come to help her, not to put more pressure on her. Still, when she didn't seem to want to be helped it made it more difficult to know what to do, and all he could offer was patience and support until she was ready to hear it again.
At least she was not so far sunk in her ennui that she denied the joys in her life. "Would dying change that, do you think? Would it make you any happier to be there rather than here?" he asked instead, curious and gentle as he considered her words and wondered if there was any cure for a heart so broken... other than time.
