[ He's silent as they walk, and he needs that moment, to not senselessly run his mouth, but to gather his thoughts instead. It's always terribly precipitous - this whole...talking about his feelings honestly thing. He's getting better at doing it, but there's still a nagging voice in the back of his head that makes him feel guilty for burdening someone else with his problems when there's already so much to worry about.
But Mipha had asked him, and as they sit on the bench, she's asking him again. He leans back, habitually resting the heel of one boot on the opposite knee, foot bouncing as he attempts to parse the words he needs to say. ]
I... [ Even now, it's hard to get himself to say the words. ] I've...had better days. Weeks. You know how they say "when it rains, it pours"?
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But Mipha had asked him, and as they sit on the bench, she's asking him again. He leans back, habitually resting the heel of one boot on the opposite knee, foot bouncing as he attempts to parse the words he needs to say. ]
I... [ Even now, it's hard to get himself to say the words. ] I've...had better days. Weeks. You know how they say "when it rains, it pours"?
[ He inhales quietly, glancing at her. ]
It's pouring.