Did Nathaniel have a choice? It sounded like Sam hadn't given him a chance to explain himself, but Jigano heard the firmness in his friend's voice, and bowed his head in acceptance of the romantic ideals the bookmaker aspired to. "Then I will not ask more of it. I'm just sorry it didn't work out," he said softly, giving up on his attempt to try and get Sam and his most recent beau back together. He still didn't really know Nate, and the redheaded Loreseeker across the table from him was one of his closest friends, alongside Amalia and Rory. When it came down to it, he'd chose Sam over a stranger and not look back.
Sam's smile reassured him that the other man felt the same, even before the words that renewed their sometimes rocky, often dramatic relationship. "Not stupid, Sam. You come at things from a different way of thinking and I don't always understand it, either. I'm sorry for when I come across as overbearing when that happens. And, if that's any consolation," he said wryly, giving his friend a lopsided smile, "I'm just as hard on myself. I make mistakes and I make stupid decisions... and I don't always listen when people try to set me straight on them."
The mention of their new positions in the government had him nodding his head wryly, playing with his teacup with idle fingers. "They're very vague," he admitted with a faint grimace. "Rexanna had said she would let the council vote again to decide if she should remain as Queen once it was formed but..." he shrugged. "To be honest, I haven't seen her around much since then. I don't know that any of us has really done much in the way of governing. I suppose we should collect opinions and see what things people would like to see changed or done differently? We might put two boxes in the Atheneum, one for Naturals and one for Outlanders, and ask people to leave suggestions in them? That way they can anonymous if they want to be, and the Notice Board might get less, mmm, editorial opinions pinned to it?" He arched a brow at his friend, more amused than annoyed at the 'anonymous' notes in that very fine handwriting he had just been praising.
Sam's smile reassured him that the other man felt the same, even before the words that renewed their sometimes rocky, often dramatic relationship. "Not stupid, Sam. You come at things from a different way of thinking and I don't always understand it, either. I'm sorry for when I come across as overbearing when that happens. And, if that's any consolation," he said wryly, giving his friend a lopsided smile, "I'm just as hard on myself. I make mistakes and I make stupid decisions... and I don't always listen when people try to set me straight on them."
The mention of their new positions in the government had him nodding his head wryly, playing with his teacup with idle fingers. "They're very vague," he admitted with a faint grimace. "Rexanna had said she would let the council vote again to decide if she should remain as Queen once it was formed but..." he shrugged. "To be honest, I haven't seen her around much since then. I don't know that any of us has really done much in the way of governing. I suppose we should collect opinions and see what things people would like to see changed or done differently? We might put two boxes in the Atheneum, one for Naturals and one for Outlanders, and ask people to leave suggestions in them? That way they can anonymous if they want to be, and the Notice Board might get less, mmm, editorial opinions pinned to it?" He arched a brow at his friend, more amused than annoyed at the 'anonymous' notes in that very fine handwriting he had just been praising.
