[And again, this is all very unexpected. Once again there seems to be some measure of relief in the way Asra responds to him now, not the brilliant gilded relief of earlier, but even this quiet emanation of it isn't what he'd expect from the magician. Back then there had always been coolness and distance and something that seemed like enticing derision, something he thinks he better understands now, having remembered more of the ways in which he'd failed.
So this is confusing, it is, cements all the ways in which the last twenty-four hours have been confounding and strange, yet when Asra's hands move to tuck neatly under his, he still makes no move to pull away.
Because it's a sentiment he shares, at least. Grounding and comfortingly familiar-- when thrown into a world so far from everything he's ever known, sitting here with the magician like this, that's exactly how he would describe it. And as is so often the case for Julian, it settles something in him to move away from his own concerns and questions, to place someone else's needs above them instead.
He clears his throat. Uncertain. Answers anyway.]
Oh. Well, you're welcome, of course. Is there anything I could do? Other than this, I mean.
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So this is confusing, it is, cements all the ways in which the last twenty-four hours have been confounding and strange, yet when Asra's hands move to tuck neatly under his, he still makes no move to pull away.
Because it's a sentiment he shares, at least. Grounding and comfortingly familiar-- when thrown into a world so far from everything he's ever known, sitting here with the magician like this, that's exactly how he would describe it. And as is so often the case for Julian, it settles something in him to move away from his own concerns and questions, to place someone else's needs above them instead.
He clears his throat. Uncertain. Answers anyway.]
Oh. Well, you're welcome, of course. Is there anything I could do? Other than this, I mean.