[The movement of Joshua's feathers gives Dion pause. His expression remains quizzical as he sifts back through his words and, Oh, Greagor, smite him for it all. He immediately flinches back from Joshua's hands, expression shifting from confused to outright apologetic.]
Pray forgive my speech, Phoenix. My phrasing was - far from appropriate.
[He can't deny some passing interest in Joshua, no. But surely it is just that — passing. His heart yearned for another man, did it not? And no matter how final their goodbye had been, the fact that Dion yet drew breath surely meant he owed Terence some level of faith.
Never mind the fact that Joshua was little more than a stranger to him. They had shed blood together, laughed together but -
He closes his eyes, trying to force himself to focus on the moment. He could brood and turn these thoughts over within his head later. Right now, he is only making more of a fool of himself by flailing about and avoiding the other man's touch.]
Apologies. [He repeats this, before leaning forward once again.] And, to your question... It all seems to hurt equally.
[Should Joshua wish to continue stripping the bandages away, he'll quickly see why. Bahamut had been pierced clean through by the burst of energy Ifrit had repelled. While it may not have left an entire hole in his torso, there were burns to match the point of impact on either side of his body.]
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Pray forgive my speech, Phoenix. My phrasing was - far from appropriate.
[He can't deny some passing interest in Joshua, no. But surely it is just that — passing. His heart yearned for another man, did it not? And no matter how final their goodbye had been, the fact that Dion yet drew breath surely meant he owed Terence some level of faith.
Never mind the fact that Joshua was little more than a stranger to him. They had shed blood together, laughed together but -
He closes his eyes, trying to force himself to focus on the moment. He could brood and turn these thoughts over within his head later. Right now, he is only making more of a fool of himself by flailing about and avoiding the other man's touch.]
Apologies. [He repeats this, before leaning forward once again.] And, to your question... It all seems to hurt equally.
[Should Joshua wish to continue stripping the bandages away, he'll quickly see why. Bahamut had been pierced clean through by the burst of energy Ifrit had repelled. While it may not have left an entire hole in his torso, there were burns to match the point of impact on either side of his body.]