[And it's a concept he understands, even if Julian's desire to help and protect and to bend over backwards for anyone he deems to be in need even at (especially at) the risk if his own personal safety is borne from a different kind of place, a place of no sense of self-preservation-- well. He does know it nonetheless. Can respect it.
And so he just nods, isn't going to try and talk him out of that decision, not when he seems to know his own mind strongly enough. Instead, he knocks back the rest of his gin, the burn of it beginning to be felt in his blood, the day's tensions slowly bleeding out of him. Answers the question.]
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And so he just nods, isn't going to try and talk him out of that decision, not when he seems to know his own mind strongly enough. Instead, he knocks back the rest of his gin, the burn of it beginning to be felt in his blood, the day's tensions slowly bleeding out of him. Answers the question.]
I'm thirty-two.