And now Hob feels terrible, but not necessarily less frustrated. Having people angry with him and not understanding why is par for the course in his life.
It was generally the way things went in the Goblin Court, and it had happened enough times at the Bloom—including with Rue, but he'd rather hoped they'd begun to get past that. He'd thought they'd gotten past that.
But clearly he's a fool.
"I didn't mean to make you cry—" His practised manners and diction slip somewhat, giving way to something more casual and awkward.
He's not sure what to do. He feels as lost as when no one would explain the duel to him, or perhaps even moreso given he's still quite literally lost. But asking for context only seemed to make things worse.
His other instinct is to belittle himself, because clearly he is the problem here whether he understands why or not, but that habit never seems to make Rue feel better. He settles on waiting, for the moment, for them to collect themself.
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It was generally the way things went in the Goblin Court, and it had happened enough times at the Bloom—including with Rue, but he'd rather hoped they'd begun to get past that. He'd thought they'd gotten past that.
But clearly he's a fool.
"I didn't mean to make you cry—" His practised manners and diction slip somewhat, giving way to something more casual and awkward.
He's not sure what to do. He feels as lost as when no one would explain the duel to him, or perhaps even moreso given he's still quite literally lost. But asking for context only seemed to make things worse.
His other instinct is to belittle himself, because clearly he is the problem here whether he understands why or not, but that habit never seems to make Rue feel better. He settles on waiting, for the moment, for them to collect themself.