Just like that, Cade is verging on wreckage again. Especially when Zevran reassures him, his thoughts start piling over themselves and he buries his face in the blanket over his knees again. At least this time he doesn't start weeping-- he just curls there quietly for a minute or so, listening to his own breath, calming his heart rate. He knows he can't fly off the handle every time he feels even vaguely threatened; that's how this mess began in the first place. Zevran is still sitting over where he was, Cade hasn't heard him move, and they are both just sitting silently in the tower. It is not the end times.
Cade wearily lifts his head again, keeping his gaze on the floor, soldiering forward if only so he can stave off the total isolation of his life for a little longer. He should be thankful that someone is talking to him at all. "...what else would it be, then," he asks, very carefully, not looking at Zevran.
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Date: 2016-04-12 10:30 pm (UTC)At least this time he doesn't start weeping-- he just curls there quietly for a minute or so, listening to his own breath, calming his heart rate. He knows he can't fly off the handle every time he feels even vaguely threatened; that's how this mess began in the first place. Zevran is still sitting over where he was, Cade hasn't heard him move, and they are both just sitting silently in the tower. It is not the end times.
Cade wearily lifts his head again, keeping his gaze on the floor, soldiering forward if only so he can stave off the total isolation of his life for a little longer. He should be thankful that someone is talking to him at all.
"...what else would it be, then," he asks, very carefully, not looking at Zevran.