Sleeping Dragon pulse

He tried to frown again but earnestly couldn't. "I know," he tried to level her with a serious look, although it wasn't so easy considering her soft kiss of just a moment ago and him wanting to make light of it. He felt so torn up between feeling like he didn't have enough time to spend with her and to completely contradict that, too much time imposing on her humble home and everything else about her -- all knowing good and well how much nonsense that was to think those ways, and how overthought it was all in the first place.

When she mentioned not knowing that much, he felt his ears splay gently. It had never been too relevant to bring it upon Portia, especially since she'd joined the Dragon after he'd been well on his upswing, but he didn't want any shade of mystery for her. If she wanted to know.. could he blame her? "Not to make it seem so melodramatic, because I don't want to keep it from you if you want it, but more as a prefacing. To make a long story short, I had a lot going on before the Dragon until suddenly I didn't." He scooted himself even closer to her, although there was not much distance to be made up already. "Fire took my last home, and family.. Since it was about this time of year, I guess remembering that keeps lurking on me."