[If it was about her, Lup would gleefully continue in this dance, waltzing further and further from the source of her pain, drowning herself in booze and attention and too much good food until her thoughts couldn't possibly fall to that place.
But this is about someone else, someone she's come to care for, a friend who went out of his way to care for her while she was at her lowest. The very least she can do is return the favor, even if Lup doesn't think she's at all good with these kinds of conversations. Her own experiences with loss over the years are much more different than what most others do.]
Not sure if you've noticed, but that's kinda my thing... [But she sets her plate down on the table, wipes her hands off with a napkin, and purposefully gives Gren all of her attention.] But nah, we don't have to. We can... Look, if you wanna we can grab a bottle and find a corner and, uh, talk shit out?
[She can't bring Wade back, but she can remind Gren that Wade wasn't the only person in Hadriel who cared about him.]
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But this is about someone else, someone she's come to care for, a friend who went out of his way to care for her while she was at her lowest. The very least she can do is return the favor, even if Lup doesn't think she's at all good with these kinds of conversations. Her own experiences with loss over the years are much more different than what most others do.]
Not sure if you've noticed, but that's kinda my thing... [But she sets her plate down on the table, wipes her hands off with a napkin, and purposefully gives Gren all of her attention.] But nah, we don't have to. We can... Look, if you wanna we can grab a bottle and find a corner and, uh, talk shit out?
[She can't bring Wade back, but she can remind Gren that Wade wasn't the only person in Hadriel who cared about him.]
How's that sound, big guy?