[ He is cold enough, tired enough, and mentally weary enough that he can't push down the instinctual flinch- in that he doesn't flinch at all but rather go very, very still. It's deliberate care in how he does not flinch to that tone, flinching is baiting, flinching is inviting.
Safety in stillness.
He'd taken a chance, telling Alistair that last bit. He is trying this 'honesty' thing a little more often. His worse days do not come near as often as they once did back during the Blight; then it was rare when he had a good day in truth. But they do come.
And he does feel that way.
It's not enough to keep him from twitching at the drop of the blankets. He could fake being fine with it, paste on a smile- Alistair would know it for the lie that it is. ]
Who else would darn your socks and rub your feet when you are cold, mm? Of course you're glad.
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Date: 2016-01-14 11:36 pm (UTC)Safety in stillness.
He'd taken a chance, telling Alistair that last bit. He is trying this 'honesty' thing a little more often. His worse days do not come near as often as they once did back during the Blight; then it was rare when he had a good day in truth. But they do come.
And he does feel that way.
It's not enough to keep him from twitching at the drop of the blankets. He could fake being fine with it, paste on a smile- Alistair would know it for the lie that it is. ]
Who else would darn your socks and rub your feet when you are cold, mm? Of course you're glad.