[As this conversation continues, Beat realizes that this might be the first time he has ever seen Trahearne this cheerful. And after everything he's been through, he can't help but want Trahearne to have some more of that happiness. To get a win of some kind.]
So that's your type, huh? Like some kinda leader?
[It's said in jest, and he flashes him a lopsided smile. After a moment, he looks a little pensive, but a ghost of a smile remains on his lips.]
I know we ain't that friend of yours, but you know we 'round, right? Wolfie, Kitty Boy, Loops, me. [You'd think he was talking about some kind of theater troupe instead of his nickname for their friends.] You know, to shoot the shit when ya feelin' down. Or help ya with gettin' better.
[ His type is--well. Trahearne doesn't know what his "type" is, but he knows the commander was, is, and always will be special. Beyond type, even.
As his thoughts consider "type," Beat pulls him back down with more realistic talk. Trahearne leaves the thoughts of his commander behind and instead fills them with Eustace, Phantom, Susato, Beat. ]
I know. [ He shifts in his seat again, feeling less awkward about having his heart exposed now, and gets comfortable. ] Perhaps I have been...ungrateful in the past, but know that your and the other's companionship means a great deal to me. [ He smiles. ] I owe you all a lot.
[Beat is quick to return the smile as well, big enough that it reaches his eyes. Despite what Trahearne says, he shakes his head.]
You don't owe us nothin', yo. I know you'd our backs too if it was anyone a' us.
[Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees as his tone shifts. It's level, which might be a tad unusual for Beat, but his tone is genuine.]
You're a good guy, Nightlight. An' I ain't gonna be lettin' you forget that. Hell, I'll shout it offa rooftop if I gotta! [Does that sound like a joke? Hard to tell with him.]
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So that's your type, huh? Like some kinda leader?
[It's said in jest, and he flashes him a lopsided smile. After a moment, he looks a little pensive, but a ghost of a smile remains on his lips.]
I know we ain't that friend of yours, but you know we 'round, right? Wolfie, Kitty Boy, Loops, me. [You'd think he was talking about some kind of theater troupe instead of his nickname for their friends.] You know, to shoot the shit when ya feelin' down. Or help ya with gettin' better.
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As his thoughts consider "type," Beat pulls him back down with more realistic talk. Trahearne leaves the thoughts of his commander behind and instead fills them with Eustace, Phantom, Susato, Beat. ]
I know. [ He shifts in his seat again, feeling less awkward about having his heart exposed now, and gets comfortable. ] Perhaps I have been...ungrateful in the past, but know that your and the other's companionship means a great deal to me. [ He smiles. ] I owe you all a lot.
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You don't owe us nothin', yo. I know you'd our backs too if it was anyone a' us.
[Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees as his tone shifts. It's level, which might be a tad unusual for Beat, but his tone is genuine.]
You're a good guy, Nightlight. An' I ain't gonna be lettin' you forget that. Hell, I'll shout it offa rooftop if I gotta! [Does that sound like a joke? Hard to tell with him.]