[Ferran scratches the back of his neck, the faint smile still there.]
It's good for convenience, anyway.
[It fades a little when Blake refuses his offer, if just because it brings his mind back to the... everything. He'd probably feel the same way on the other side of the equation, so he tries to think of a proper response.]
I don't mean to fuss. I just... want to do something for you, I guess.
[It's probably selfish for him to be so fixated on how useful he is or isn't, but he can't stand the thought of sitting around doing nothing to help while she's suffering.]
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It's good for convenience, anyway.
[It fades a little when Blake refuses his offer, if just because it brings his mind back to the... everything. He'd probably feel the same way on the other side of the equation, so he tries to think of a proper response.]
I don't mean to fuss. I just... want to do something for you, I guess.
[It's probably selfish for him to be so fixated on how useful he is or isn't, but he can't stand the thought of sitting around doing nothing to help while she's suffering.]