If there was anyone Korbin might accept help from, it was Noah. Nothing came easy, and it wasn't pleasant, even talking to him, but... at least he trusted the man. They might not agree always, but Korbin knew the hunter would have his back. And he would watch Noah's... if he ever managed to get back on his damn feet. Right now it was hard just to admit that it wasn't awful being alive.
"We're friends," Korbin said quietly. "I'm a shitty one right now, but... I will try to let you in."
A bleak smile ghosted across the raven's features. Gods knew it wasn't that much time. Only months, weeks, days... memory had not even begun to fade. It was one upturn after the other, and soon the sun would return and new streams of outsiders would appear. Questions would be asked, condolences delivered, challenges delivered... It gave Korbin a headache just to think about. That urge to fly away was strong, but he was tied down by so many things.
"Wish she would cope on someone else. I know I should be offering to help here, but.. I'm sorry. I can't stand it. Don't have the patience or the energy to deal with other people's grief right now. I suppose that makes me selfish in the bad way..." The furthest Korbin could extend was more effort into not snapping at the woman. No guarantees, but he could try.
Turning his head towards Noah, he studied the hunter more closely. There were signs of wear on the man's face, in the slump of his shoulders and the way he sat in his chair. It made him feel bad, for adding more burdens onto a heaped up plate.
"I'm sorry. For being difficult. For not getting my shit together. I should be helping out, not... wallowing." Like Kiada so aptly had put it.
"We're friends," Korbin said quietly. "I'm a shitty one right now, but... I will try to let you in."
A bleak smile ghosted across the raven's features. Gods knew it wasn't that much time. Only months, weeks, days... memory had not even begun to fade. It was one upturn after the other, and soon the sun would return and new streams of outsiders would appear. Questions would be asked, condolences delivered, challenges delivered... It gave Korbin a headache just to think about. That urge to fly away was strong, but he was tied down by so many things.
"Wish she would cope on someone else. I know I should be offering to help here, but.. I'm sorry. I can't stand it. Don't have the patience or the energy to deal with other people's grief right now. I suppose that makes me selfish in the bad way..." The furthest Korbin could extend was more effort into not snapping at the woman. No guarantees, but he could try.
Turning his head towards Noah, he studied the hunter more closely. There were signs of wear on the man's face, in the slump of his shoulders and the way he sat in his chair. It made him feel bad, for adding more burdens onto a heaped up plate.
"I'm sorry. For being difficult. For not getting my shit together. I should be helping out, not... wallowing." Like Kiada so aptly had put it.
In loving memory of when I gave a shit
KORBIN
HALE
HALE
