Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

He was beginning to see there was way more to this than he could have imagined, and he kind of felt bad for pushing. Kind of. Obviously he hated to see how much this clearly upset him, but how could they be friends and rely on each other if they couldn't be honest about stuff. It was his experience, as limited as it was, that the truth was always better. And when faced with a situation where he thought there was more to what was being offered, he was always going to push, at least at first. 

But watching him struggle so much was painful, and it upset Acheron in a way that was just as confusing as this whole situation. It was apparent that someone had hurt Tuvaq, and it stoked the freckled boy's hidden temper. There wasn't much that could make him lose his pragmatic composure, but hurting those he felt he should protect was definitely one of them. 

Even before the please that made his chest tighten, he had already decided he wouldn't push anymore. He hated that he had upset him so much. Okay, he offered, a hard swallow moving down his throat. I'm sorry, Tuvaq, he offered, standing and taking a hesitant step towards him. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, he promised, taking a seat again and offering him a reassuring smile. But if you change your mind, I'm here. he would leave it at that.