Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
He thought himself quite capable of reading a room, of having an educated guess at what another might be feeling, of being empathetic to what another might be going through - all with the aim to help them, to support them, to be a pillar, a rock that they could lean on when they were at their lowest. He hated to see any suffer, hated the idea that there was action he could take or words he could offer to another that might help alleviate stress or worry, or allow a solution to be reached.
A brow quirked its way upwards at her query, curious why she would ask it - was she rejecting him already, turning away his offer for company, for friendly attention, wanting to prolong her solitude? If that was so he would not deny it of her, ever the one not to press himself on another unless it was so desired. "You are merely alone to my eyes, loneliness is a state of mind," he offers in return, a light shrug of his shoulders given with the words.
Her expression softened, a smile teasing at her lips, hinting at hidden and devious machinations like the Mona Lisa, but he took it as permission with her words, folding himself into the seat before her, placing his drink on the table along with his forearms. "I'm Chulane," he offered, open and forthcoming. "Though most would call me Chuy," he smirked, the nickname having followed him throughout his childhood and lingering onwards even as he changed from one world to the next.
"How long have you been in Halo?" Again his words were direct and open, his curiosity pulling the question from his lips without hesitation - he hadn't seen her face before, and he was coming to know a great many faces in the small Halo town. Was she a newcomer, and Outlander? Or just a Natural who had spent the better part of Deepfrost isolated, or perhaps recently displaced by current devastating events?
And so the afternoon went on, new connections forged, possibly a new friend found?
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Fin
A brow quirked its way upwards at her query, curious why she would ask it - was she rejecting him already, turning away his offer for company, for friendly attention, wanting to prolong her solitude? If that was so he would not deny it of her, ever the one not to press himself on another unless it was so desired. "You are merely alone to my eyes, loneliness is a state of mind," he offers in return, a light shrug of his shoulders given with the words.
Her expression softened, a smile teasing at her lips, hinting at hidden and devious machinations like the Mona Lisa, but he took it as permission with her words, folding himself into the seat before her, placing his drink on the table along with his forearms. "I'm Chulane," he offered, open and forthcoming. "Though most would call me Chuy," he smirked, the nickname having followed him throughout his childhood and lingering onwards even as he changed from one world to the next.
"How long have you been in Halo?" Again his words were direct and open, his curiosity pulling the question from his lips without hesitation - he hadn't seen her face before, and he was coming to know a great many faces in the small Halo town. Was she a newcomer, and Outlander? Or just a Natural who had spent the better part of Deepfrost isolated, or perhaps recently displaced by current devastating events?
And so the afternoon went on, new connections forged, possibly a new friend found?
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Fin
CHULANE
