Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

we can wrap this up now or next round unless youve got sth else up your sleeve!

the wisp knows when he's being handled - he's not dumb, after all - and it makes him feel more flustered and a little frustrated. it's not - anymore - well, he does still think the soldier a little ignoble - or at least uncouth, but. he thinks maybe he likes trajan and, equally, will never admit it to anyone, even as they clearly get along, even as he mentally sorts trajan into his 'familial' schema. "not kid," he mumbles, but his tone is half-hearted and it's clear that he's acquiescing. "butyeah, i guess so." del decides to cede out loud, lest the soldier take him seriously and they begin a whole new round of sulking and half-meant apologies. it's easy enough to fall into silence after that, a comfortable silence the boy finds soothing as he commits his new home to memory.

yeah, this is pretty okay.