[Well that certainly sounded like a resounding 'no' to him. He kept his gaze down at the soup, shoulders sagging slightly, suddenly less hungry than he had been before. He reached over to feel for the table and set the bowl on it. He truly wished if she had no fondness for him, that she would have simply left him alone, rather than drag such things out and give him a sense of false hope. He did at least manage to keep his tone level and flat.]
I think I am tired.
[Welp. There goes his one whole feeling again Tyrande. Stop hurting it already, it's already pathetic. One of these days it's just going to quit on him.]
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I think I am tired.
[Welp. There goes his one whole feeling again Tyrande. Stop hurting it already, it's already pathetic. One of these days it's just going to quit on him.]