I have no interest in listening to you moan if it's not my doing.
[Aether could insist that what he was doing was attempting to improve his mood, but the Harbinger refuses to admit it to himself. His words dance around the subject, and he knows given the magic so far that he has no control on if he says the dreaded words or not. He's certainly against saying them, ready to clamp his own mouth shut if he has to.
That the Traveler finds some amusement in the whole ordeal only forces a scowl onto his face, wholly displeased with the laugh. Even if it was an improvement in the other man's mood, why he was supposedly saying the things he was, he doesn't have to seem happy about it. Not when it's at the thought of him making an attempt rather than the words he's actually spoken.]
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[Aether could insist that what he was doing was attempting to improve his mood, but the Harbinger refuses to admit it to himself. His words dance around the subject, and he knows given the magic so far that he has no control on if he says the dreaded words or not. He's certainly against saying them, ready to clamp his own mouth shut if he has to.
That the Traveler finds some amusement in the whole ordeal only forces a scowl onto his face, wholly displeased with the laugh. Even if it was an improvement in the other man's mood, why he was supposedly saying the things he was, he doesn't have to seem happy about it. Not when it's at the thought of him making an attempt rather than the words he's actually spoken.]
It's hardly a claim. She never made me with one.