[...It takes him a moment to really understand what the hell Elda is suddenly on edge about, and then he realizes it. Scolding. Of course that would set her off.]
I didn't mean you, I-
[No, there's no point in explaining himself. He's already done what he set out to do. Elda knows about the hallucinomemories, and why his name is different, and that's that. He shakes his head and closes his notebook.]
...I've said my piece. I won't overstay my welcome.
... She hates herself that she can only think of that as being a sarcastic mental response. She bites her lip, and then shakes her head. No, no, she won't hold the boy here longer than he wanted to be here. He wasn't hers, and she didn't want to snap at him. And so she exhales, forcing her shoulders to sag a little bit.
... He only loosely explained the name, but she learned a lot. ]
[...Despite that, he does pick up and finish off his tea out of some weird sense of obligation and politeness.]
Thanks for hearing me out.
[With that, he heads for the door. Some part of him wishes that Elda would offer to let him stay here, but it's a selfish wish, and one she wouldn't consider granting besides.]
[ Elda Marker wishes that she could justify demanding the boy to stay with her, or that he could come and ask. But of course he never would. After all, he ran away from all of this. From them. From her. Besides, right now, she's too hurt to even offer. She does follow him to the door, and once he's at the door to leave, she nods.
And he reaches out to brush a hand on his shoulder. ]
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I didn't mean you, I-
[No, there's no point in explaining himself. He's already done what he set out to do. Elda knows about the hallucinomemories, and why his name is different, and that's that. He shakes his head and closes his notebook.]
...I've said my piece. I won't overstay my welcome.
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... She hates herself that she can only think of that as being a sarcastic mental response. She bites her lip, and then shakes her head. No, no, she won't hold the boy here longer than he wanted to be here. He wasn't hers, and she didn't want to snap at him. And so she exhales, forcing her shoulders to sag a little bit.
... He only loosely explained the name, but she learned a lot. ]
You've never liked tea overly much anyway.
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[...Despite that, he does pick up and finish off his tea out of some weird sense of obligation and politeness.]
Thanks for hearing me out.
[With that, he heads for the door. Some part of him wishes that Elda would offer to let him stay here, but it's a selfish wish, and one she wouldn't consider granting besides.]
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And he reaches out to brush a hand on his shoulder. ]
Be safe, Silver.
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Don't worry. That's the one thing I'm good at.
[It probably wasn't that, but before he can dwell on it for too long, he's out the door.]
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Very angrily tbh.
Oh well . . . ]