[There's a moment where he hesitates; without that particular magic flowing through his veins, it's a lot harder for him to express what he really feels. It all just tangles up in his chest and stays there, and there's an instinct in the back of his mind that's always telling him it's time to go, before inflicting his presence on someone really does hurt them, but.
...Ah hell, he's trying, isn't he? He lets out a quiet exhale, then:]
I ain't got anywhere to be.
[He doesn't quite manage to verbalize yes, I want to be here, but it's pretty close with someone like him. And perhaps there's truth to the old adage about actions speaking louder. After all, this is the third time he hasn't taken the out when offered; that's no longer a coincidence, right?]
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...Ah hell, he's trying, isn't he? He lets out a quiet exhale, then:]
I ain't got anywhere to be.
[He doesn't quite manage to verbalize yes, I want to be here, but it's pretty close with someone like him. And perhaps there's truth to the old adage about actions speaking louder. After all, this is the third time he hasn't taken the out when offered; that's no longer a coincidence, right?]