If one has never seen the surface, can one be certain it even exists? Cade pauses with a hand still on his chair, looking at the ground as he considers Zevran's question. It's something he's thought about before, and never had a clear answer to, but he's so wound up right now that perhaps there's clarity to be found. "...to... be liked," he lamely says, realizing even as the words exit his mouth how pathetic he sounds. "...by anyone." He looks at Zevran with a distant, sad almost-smile. He may be paranoid, but is also perceptive, and he's not so presumptuous as to think he and Zevran are anything but associates brought together by mutual benefit. Or at least, this is what he tells himself to keep from trusting him too much.
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Date: 2016-06-03 03:57 am (UTC)Cade pauses with a hand still on his chair, looking at the ground as he considers Zevran's question. It's something he's thought about before, and never had a clear answer to, but he's so wound up right now that perhaps there's clarity to be found.
"...to... be liked," he lamely says, realizing even as the words exit his mouth how pathetic he sounds. "...by anyone." He looks at Zevran with a distant, sad almost-smile. He may be paranoid, but is also perceptive, and he's not so presumptuous as to think he and Zevran are anything but associates brought together by mutual benefit. Or at least, this is what he tells himself to keep from trusting him too much.