He uses his recently-freed hand to poke Zevran in the ribs, triumphant, and also perfectly capable of recognizing a veil of jocularity when he sees one. But sometimes the act isn't just for other people's sake. Fake it until you genuinely don't feel the urge to start bawling. He knows.
"Whatever makes you happy, ser," he says, and means it, for now—"and whoever you can convince to put up with your ridiculous hair."
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Date: 2016-07-02 01:31 am (UTC)He uses his recently-freed hand to poke Zevran in the ribs, triumphant, and also perfectly capable of recognizing a veil of jocularity when he sees one. But sometimes the act isn't just for other people's sake. Fake it until you genuinely don't feel the urge to start bawling. He knows.
"Whatever makes you happy, ser," he says, and means it, for now—"and whoever you can convince to put up with your ridiculous hair."