[He gives a start when she shoots up again so suddenly, and now even he's starting to get a little unnerved when she recites those lyrics. But without hesitation, he leans forward, clasping her shoulder.]
Ignore it, Athena. Listen to me.
[Normally there isn't much to listen to, when he's so skilled at guarding his feelings that it can only sound like nothing more than muffled noise. But just this once, he'll drop the walls around him, and let his heart become as loud and clear to her as he can possibly make it.
If she does listen, the most present feeling is worry, tinged with a little sadness. But there's also happiness as well, a strong, constant undercurrent buried under all the other emotions, a happiness of such strength that it can only be directed at one person.]
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Ignore it, Athena. Listen to me.
[Normally there isn't much to listen to, when he's so skilled at guarding his feelings that it can only sound like nothing more than muffled noise. But just this once, he'll drop the walls around him, and let his heart become as loud and clear to her as he can possibly make it.
If she does listen, the most present feeling is worry, tinged with a little sadness. But there's also happiness as well, a strong, constant undercurrent buried under all the other emotions, a happiness of such strength that it can only be directed at one person.]
Can you hear it?