Broken Boulder i believe in symmetry

her reaction to him is not exactly what the androgyne anticipates, feeling a somewhat surly defensiveness rise in him that he quickly banishes. he's not a teenager anymore, and she's reasons for feeling how she does, even if she doesn't know the depths of his ... him-ness. "i suppose," he murmurs, not wishing to argue the point with her -- delight really does want olive to like him, if only for seabreeze's sake. he likes olive well enough too, would like to be closer with her, but seabreeze is the priority, he suspects, for both of them.

what do you enjoy is more loaded than it should be. it's been so long since he's done anything he enjoys! well, no, that's unfair -- he enjoys the company of his children immensely, it's just all the guilt he carries around that makes it hard. "um," delight begins, feeling a blush start under his dark fur, "well, i -- i always fancied being a historian of sorts. i used to keep track of the pack's history in tindómë, but i fell out of the habit after... everything that happened." as he says it, he realises how much he did enjoy it, and how much he misses it, now. "it was -- i liked hearing everyone else's stories, and knowing that they were being preserved, somehow," he adds shyly, hoping she won't think it silly.