"I know you do," the gnome's voice is gentle, and he reaches to put his hands on Gadriel's arm, as if to reassure or make a physical connection. "More so than me, perhaps. But at least we each have a window into what the other might feel." And maybe that's why they get along so well.
He nods. "Percy didn't say it to hurt my feelings, he was trying to help me understand I don't have to do this any longer. Not the way I was raised to. I can...I don't know, be a part of things."
"He's got a sharp tongue, that's all." Well, no, that's not all, sometimes he's downright vicious, but in that particular instance it was just him being blunt.
"Oh, Sergeant! You don't have to thank me." That touch to his arm turns abruptly into a hug. To his forearm. Which is about the right size for Barcus to get his arms around. "We're friends."
A soft snort and a little smile. "I mean, if you want to bring me flowers or stones or something, who am I to say no? But no, you don't have to do anything different than you have been."
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He nods. "Percy didn't say it to hurt my feelings, he was trying to help me understand I don't have to do this any longer. Not the way I was raised to. I can...I don't know, be a part of things."
"He's got a sharp tongue, that's all." Well, no, that's not all, sometimes he's downright vicious, but in that particular instance it was just him being blunt.
"Oh, Sergeant! You don't have to thank me." That touch to his arm turns abruptly into a hug. To his forearm. Which is about the right size for Barcus to get his arms around. "We're friends."
A soft snort and a little smile. "I mean, if you want to bring me flowers or stones or something, who am I to say no? But no, you don't have to do anything different than you have been."