Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

emotional advice wasn't really his strong suit. he preferred to listen then offer any sort of counsel, firmly believing that he wasn't experienced nor gifted enough to offer his guidance to others. so as long as she was willing to share, he would listen, free of judgment and discrimination.

even as her body contorted into something less appealing, he didn't move. there was no hostility directed towards him, and so he assumed it was just a natural coil of her muscles from the trauma in her past. "your brother sounds like a real piece of work" he let out, finding it difficult to imagine what having a sibling like hers would be like.

"if you ever see him again, do me a favor and kick him in the nethers for me would you?". he'd do it himself if he had a name and description to go by.