[ Eustace will never love himself but it's okay because Dokja will never love himself either so they can love each other instead. That's how it works, right?
While D stands in observation, Eustace digs through the fruit bowl, wading through oranges and pears until he finally fishes out an apple. He doesn't look at D when he answers, though from the way his ears stand upright on his head it's clear he's still paying attention to the other man. ]
Stupid, you mean?
[ No, he knows that's not what D means, but sometimes you have to vent out a little frustration at your rocks-for-brains significant other (affectionate).
Instead of elaborating (or even correcting himself), he turns to lean against the counter, taking a large bite out of the apple in his hand. He's too tired for proper upright military posture right now, so sue him. D has to suffer through another two bites' worth of apple munching before he finally gets a real answer, and even that one's questionable at best. ]
He's....difficult.
[ Unlike before, there's nothing flippant or dismissive about his tone. ]
He hasn't told me much [ wow, what a shocker ] but he's lost a lot. More than I probably know. [ A little bit of juice trickles down one side of the apple and drips onto his finger. He ignores it. ] If I had to take a guess, everything he does he does as a way to protect himself.
[ A way to protect himself from further loss, and a way to keep himself alive in an onslaught of miserable situations one after another. (Because seriously, who learns to steal perfume as a failsafe?) Eustace sighs, letting his eyelids droop closed for a moment and his head fall forward. ]
He's not a bad person. He just...needs patience.
[ Of course, if D doesn't want to do that he's well within his rights not to.
no subject
While D stands in observation, Eustace digs through the fruit bowl, wading through oranges and pears until he finally fishes out an apple. He doesn't look at D when he answers, though from the way his ears stand upright on his head it's clear he's still paying attention to the other man. ]
Stupid, you mean?
[ No, he knows that's not what D means, but sometimes you have to vent out a little frustration at your rocks-for-brains significant other (affectionate).
Instead of elaborating (or even correcting himself), he turns to lean against the counter, taking a large bite out of the apple in his hand. He's too tired for proper upright military posture right now, so sue him. D has to suffer through another two bites' worth of apple munching before he finally gets a real answer, and even that one's questionable at best. ]
He's....difficult.
[ Unlike before, there's nothing flippant or dismissive about his tone. ]
He hasn't told me much [ wow, what a shocker ] but he's lost a lot. More than I probably know. [ A little bit of juice trickles down one side of the apple and drips onto his finger. He ignores it. ] If I had to take a guess, everything he does he does as a way to protect himself.
[ A way to protect himself from further loss, and a way to keep himself alive in an onslaught of miserable situations one after another. (Because seriously, who learns to steal perfume as a failsafe?) Eustace sighs, letting his eyelids droop closed for a moment and his head fall forward. ]
He's not a bad person. He just...needs patience.
[ Of course, if D doesn't want to do that he's well within his rights not to.