Well, you're about twenty years too late for that.
[ Because he can't let this go without trying to make light of it in some way. Not that there's a hint of amusement in his falsely jovial tone, nor a single glimmer of it in his expression.
Anders doesn't know what to do with that hurt look, as familiar as it feels. But maybe that's not such a bad thing, as it leaves him little other recourse but to sigh and revert to that irritating honesty.
It's a little more hesitant and earnest than he'd like, as he rocks back and forth on his heels in decisively for a moment, biting the inside of his lip, before he offers, ]
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[ Because he can't let this go without trying to make light of it in some way. Not that there's a hint of amusement in his falsely jovial tone, nor a single glimmer of it in his expression.
Anders doesn't know what to do with that hurt look, as familiar as it feels. But maybe that's not such a bad thing, as it leaves him little other recourse but to sigh and revert to that irritating honesty.
It's a little more hesitant and earnest than he'd like, as he rocks back and forth on his heels in decisively for a moment, biting the inside of his lip, before he offers, ]
...Start over, then? Truce?