i have died everyday waiting for you
Mort's smile is one sided, his lips bordered by smile lines despite how youthful he otherwise looked. It always took a moment for his identity to be understood and then depending on the situation, either panic, confusion, or joy would normally follow.
"Is the tea real?" Mort intentionally misunderstands, beaming up at Ronin. "It is. A special brew that I've made myself, in fact, though I'm very keen to try yours." He says, turning his gaze towards the small satchel of tea Ronin had brought. Then, with a boyish chime of laughter, Mort rolls his eyes affectionately. "Oh, you mean this." Glancing around them to indicate the world they may or may not be in, Mort shrugs his shoulders. "What does real even mean? And I don't mean that in the philosophical sense, either. This is something you will remember, an encounter that has actually taken place. You aren't dreaming me, if that's what you're worried about." He adds reassuringly in a voice that's as soft and honeyed as his eyes.
"Is the tea real?" Mort intentionally misunderstands, beaming up at Ronin. "It is. A special brew that I've made myself, in fact, though I'm very keen to try yours." He says, turning his gaze towards the small satchel of tea Ronin had brought. Then, with a boyish chime of laughter, Mort rolls his eyes affectionately. "Oh, you mean this." Glancing around them to indicate the world they may or may not be in, Mort shrugs his shoulders. "What does real even mean? And I don't mean that in the philosophical sense, either. This is something you will remember, an encounter that has actually taken place. You aren't dreaming me, if that's what you're worried about." He adds reassuringly in a voice that's as soft and honeyed as his eyes.
