[A noncommitive noise comes from the Chosen's direction as he finishes with his buttons, rolling his shirt cuffs from the wrist to the elbow in neat turns.]
Maybe, but you don't forget family. And you seemed close.
[He pulls his vest on slowly and smooths it, making sure there are no wrinkles or lint.]
Just, y'know, she may not be gone in the same way but you're not the only one who's lost a sister.
[He's not sure why he's bringing it up and breaking their usual pattern of ignoring and moving on, but something about the way little Gailardia had clung to him and cried, something in the way it had made even his hard little preteen heart crack and reach out... it begged acknowledgement.
Not that it means he can bring himself to look over at Guy. He pulls his own tie from the hanger and fiddles with it to give himself an excuse to look elsewhere.]
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Maybe, but you don't forget family. And you seemed close.
[He pulls his vest on slowly and smooths it, making sure there are no wrinkles or lint.]
Just, y'know, she may not be gone in the same way but you're not the only one who's lost a sister.
[He's not sure why he's bringing it up and breaking their usual pattern of ignoring and moving on, but something about the way little Gailardia had clung to him and cried, something in the way it had made even his hard little preteen heart crack and reach out... it begged acknowledgement.
Not that it means he can bring himself to look over at Guy. He pulls his own tie from the hanger and fiddles with it to give himself an excuse to look elsewhere.]