[It's true; once the emotion is there and exists, it can catch like kindling for the comprehension of the other member of the Bond. He's crushed to realize that Myr is disappointed, but he knew that he would be; he knew that it would hurt. And he shot Myr's hopes down in spite of that, and the guilt creeps in the way cold water creeps into a damp and slowly flooding basement.
He pushes it back, patches some of the leaks. People hate him the most when he's honest, but it's not a harmless, pretty lie to pretend that he'll be alright. This could have been worse if he'd left it untended until evening, and now he doesn't need to. They're both free from that.]
I still want you to go. Please. That's how we can enjoy it together.
[There'll be at least some vicarious pleasure in it, even if it means understanding all too clearly where Myr's other friends are adequate and he is not.]
You've been looking forward to this. It'll be fun, and you can still tell me about all the best parts. It'd be enough.
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He pushes it back, patches some of the leaks. People hate him the most when he's honest, but it's not a harmless, pretty lie to pretend that he'll be alright. This could have been worse if he'd left it untended until evening, and now he doesn't need to. They're both free from that.]
I still want you to go. Please. That's how we can enjoy it together.
[There'll be at least some vicarious pleasure in it, even if it means understanding all too clearly where Myr's other friends are adequate and he is not.]
You've been looking forward to this. It'll be fun, and you can still tell me about all the best parts. It'd be enough.