[Regardless of the situation, Luke's exuberance, as always, is contagious, and Ion can't help but smile as he stands, too. It's refreshing to hear him go through his thoughts and feelings, to be able to piece everything together that he couldn't quite place, before.]
I'm glad I could help.
[It's tempting to close his eyes, to let himself savor just the closeness and the warmth of their connection. But Ion doesn't want to miss even a moment, so his big eyes crinkle.]
[He'd really lost it pretty hard—but he'd dropped his damn sword. He wondered if he'd even been serious about it, or if it had just been an empty action, the formation of his despair made flesh and little more.]
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I'm glad I could help.
[It's tempting to close his eyes, to let himself savor just the closeness and the warmth of their connection. But Ion doesn't want to miss even a moment, so his big eyes crinkle.]
And...I'm really proud of you.
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[He'd really lost it pretty hard—but he'd dropped his damn sword. He wondered if he'd even been serious about it, or if it had just been an empty action, the formation of his despair made flesh and little more.]
I should be glad you're not mad at me.
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I couldn't ever be mad at you.
[But that's beside the point.]
I'm proud because you're still learning so much every day, and becoming a better and more well-rounded person because of it.
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[There's a pause, and he gives Ion's hands an awkward squeeze, as soft as it is careful.]
...I'm proud of you, too. So... maybe we can both keep it up together.