CHULANE
Warm satisfaction blossomed somewhere in the man's chest as Kia's reaction was similar to his own, and he recalled memories of their time training together, of the hints of affection and desire they shared with each other (though his was accidentally shared, hers less so). Of their night following the 'drinking games', where they returned to his lodge and just held each other, just slept in an embrace that to Chuy, was almost more intimate than anything else they could have done (almost - not quite completely). He was a traditionalist, he didn't want to have reality-shifting substances altering his perception if he was going to take that step, and he was glad that she understood this - that she seemed to appreciate him all the more for it.
At her words however, a little frown creased his brow, and he simply looked at her in silence for a moment, considering her with a quiet soberness. That she thought she owed him anything baffled him, that she thought herself so undeserving of this little bit of kindness tore him up inside. Everyone deserved a bit of kindness, and if Chuy had the capacity to give it to those he cared about, he would, with nothing expected in return. Besides, she had already given him so much, even if she didn't realise it.
"Kiada," his tones were serious, and he reached across the table to place a hand over hers to ensure she would take him seriously. "You're my friend. You don't owe me anything. Ever. Alright?" He gave a gentle squeeze, emphasising his words, raising a brow in inquiry, piercing her icy gaze with his own. Friendships, hell, relationships were just that to him, just someone you could rely on, someone who knew when you needed a hand, someone who just gave themselves to you without expecting anything in return.
At her words however, a little frown creased his brow, and he simply looked at her in silence for a moment, considering her with a quiet soberness. That she thought she owed him anything baffled him, that she thought herself so undeserving of this little bit of kindness tore him up inside. Everyone deserved a bit of kindness, and if Chuy had the capacity to give it to those he cared about, he would, with nothing expected in return. Besides, she had already given him so much, even if she didn't realise it.
"Kiada," his tones were serious, and he reached across the table to place a hand over hers to ensure she would take him seriously. "You're my friend. You don't owe me anything. Ever. Alright?" He gave a gentle squeeze, emphasising his words, raising a brow in inquiry, piercing her icy gaze with his own. Friendships, hell, relationships were just that to him, just someone you could rely on, someone who knew when you needed a hand, someone who just gave themselves to you without expecting anything in return.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
