Hythlodaeus brushed his fingers over the soft fur of one ear, then, guided by instinct and a pinch of his sight, he moved the fingertips to the base and scratched lightly.
"Then you have time, so long as you hold on to your time. You can figure out who is there to keep, and how to deal with those who have slipped away, one way or another."
Live, my friend. Live, and learn, and seek out the slivers of happiness that life can allow.
It might be a bit amusing, the way the little Miqo'te just seemed to utterly melt for the feeling of fingers against his ears. A soft sigh slipping from him, a faint little nod offered in return for Hythlodaeus' advice as Mikh'tan shifted ever so slightly as if he could burrow in all the closer.
Oh... Hythlodaeus's arm did tighten, and the tentative touch on those ears becaume a little more certain, though still soft.
"Oh, my friend. How long have you been so terribly lonely?"
He was not as attune to emotions as Meteion, but between what he could see, and the reactions, as well as his familiarity with Azem - it was not difficult to draw his conclusions.
It wasn't a difficult conclusion to make, not with how readily Mikh'tan tilted his head inot that touch, just utterly soft for the attention, the comfort of the arm around him and that sweetly kind tone.
And part of him wanted to deny. To assure Hythlodaeus that surely it wasn't that bad. But... it was true. And he didn't have it in him to lie about it, not when asked so directly, a watery little chuckle slipping from him.
"As... long as I can remember." He admitted finally, voice soft and small.
"Oh... oh, my friend." Softly, and Hythlodaeus's arm tightened a little around the smaller figure, protectively.
"It truly should not be like that. While the people who you grew up with did not do this, there are many others who would, if they could but see how needed it is. Whether in friendship, or something else...
"But, never mind that. You are here now, and you can have it as often as you wish, so long as we don't end up offending the sensibilities of others."
Probably public displays would not be met with great enthusiasm. But even with official business, they would not always be in public.
Mikka couldn't help but burrow ever so slightly more securely into Hythlodaeus's embrace at that shift. A faint purr starting up again, a quiet thing but then he was generally a soft-spoken sort it seemed.
He couldn't help a faint huff of a sightly less upset-sounding chuckle at the offer. "I think... the problem is that 'as often as I wish' is near-enough to 'always' if I'm being honest."
Lonely, and starved for affection as he was, it was likely little surprise, no matter how apologetic he sounded over it.
"I see." Softly, and there was no complaint or objections, since he knew that was not what his new friend needed, quite the opposite, in fact.
"Mm... That will become complicated when you have finished your work here and have to return. Perhaps you will be able to find others who would be willing to give this? I surely cannot be the only one feeling this is good, all around."
Because it did feel good to him, and he was rather certain that, romantic or not, there would be many people who loved, and who would love, Mikh'tan.
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Hythlodaeus brushed his fingers over the soft fur of one ear, then, guided by instinct and a pinch of his sight, he moved the fingertips to the base and scratched lightly.
"Then you have time, so long as you hold on to your time. You can figure out who is there to keep, and how to deal with those who have slipped away, one way or another."
Live, my friend. Live, and learn, and seek out the slivers of happiness that life can allow.
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"Oh, my friend. How long have you been so terribly lonely?"
He was not as attune to emotions as Meteion, but between what he could see, and the reactions, as well as his familiarity with Azem - it was not difficult to draw his conclusions.
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And part of him wanted to deny. To assure Hythlodaeus that surely it wasn't that bad. But... it was true. And he didn't have it in him to lie about it, not when asked so directly, a watery little chuckle slipping from him.
"As... long as I can remember." He admitted finally, voice soft and small.
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"It truly should not be like that. While the people who you grew up with did not do this, there are many others who would, if they could but see how needed it is. Whether in friendship, or something else...
"But, never mind that. You are here now, and you can have it as often as you wish, so long as we don't end up offending the sensibilities of others."
Probably public displays would not be met with great enthusiasm. But even with official business, they would not always be in public.
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He couldn't help a faint huff of a sightly less upset-sounding chuckle at the offer. "I think... the problem is that 'as often as I wish' is near-enough to 'always' if I'm being honest."
Lonely, and starved for affection as he was, it was likely little surprise, no matter how apologetic he sounded over it.
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"Mm... That will become complicated when you have finished your work here and have to return. Perhaps you will be able to find others who would be willing to give this? I surely cannot be the only one feeling this is good, all around."
Because it did feel good to him, and he was rather certain that, romantic or not, there would be many people who loved, and who would love, Mikh'tan.