[He states it with such ugly, cold finality, and Iofast finds that the smile he manages in response is rueful and faint, a pallid thing.]
It will be a long time before even I can sing of it, regardless. [To at least have the air between them no longer so charged is a relief, but it's still tense, and he still feels worn-thin from that first long struggle. Iofast scrubs a hand over his face, giving a soft noise, overwhelmed and off-balance.] I think this calls for a drink. Will you join me?
Day 1
It will be a long time before even I can sing of it, regardless. [To at least have the air between them no longer so charged is a relief, but it's still tense, and he still feels worn-thin from that first long struggle. Iofast scrubs a hand over his face, giving a soft noise, overwhelmed and off-balance.] I think this calls for a drink. Will you join me?