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[vegalthon]

[He shuts his mouth, remembering the trouble it's already gotten him in. But... he nods, and he eventually he shifts to a more comfortable grip.

Pulling back, he seems at least to have gotten his face under control.]

I should hope that... that we're safe for a time. Thank you for this.

[He's feeling desperately awkward, but he's trying.]

I may need a few days. I'm still trying to, ah, put things back together.

[And Even hasn't even come home, yet. Things aren't all well in the tiefling household. Oran gives a tight grin.]

But, if you need me, you can always throw pebbles at my window?

[takeroot]

[Oh, it's awkward indeed, but in a different way than it was before. There's a distinct difference between the two that's enough to make Constantin smile, just a little, strained as it may be. They should be... alright, he thinks. Eventually.]

I might. In a little while.

[After, ah, everybody has some time to digest all that's happened and make some kind of peace with it. Or something.

He hesitates a moment before leaning in to press a kiss to Oran's forehead that is, honestly, more like just a bump. It's affectionate, at least. Hmm.]

I do care about you, you know. Still.

[It will take more than one island madness fight to change that, which— well, perhaps it helps both of them for him to say it out loud.]

[vegalthon]

[That little admission makes Oran duck, and the tiefling swallows a sigh; it's embarrassing to admit that he is just a little bit smitten. Yet still, that statement leaves an impact on him.]

I'm glad. You... have been a good friend.

[takeroot]

You almost sound surprised! [Ah, but he chuckles, despite himself--] If you'd like to know a secret, no one is more surprised than I.

[How does one even have friends, let alone intimate ones? He's been wildly hoping for the best and marveling at his luck the whole time.]

Mm— well, I'm sure you'd like... to get back to it.

[To whatever he's doing to work things out, that is, here phrased as delicately as Constantin can think of.]

[vegalthon]

[Oran's brows bunch together, though he's not sure what to say to that. He's fairly sure the bar has been set so low as to be buried in the ground at this point... but maybe Constantin is being gently sarcastic about that.

In any case, he knows a dismissal when he hears one, awkward though it may be. And... today, at least, he's not sure he feels safe or well enough to contest it. So he pushes himself to his feet and dusts the worst of the sand off.]

Thank you. Thank you again, for talking to me. I know you didn't have to.

I'll... um... I'll be seeing you around.

[Better to scurry before he can say something stupid. He's been struck a blow over what horrors can come tumbling out of his mouth.]

[takeroot]

[Constantin waves a hand, like please, he also knows he did not have to come out here at all, they need not harp on it.]

Hmm, alright. I think I might like to stay here a while, so...

[So it's time for him to stare moodily at the ocean for some length of time instead of putting too much pressure on this... thing. He came, he talked, he is cautiously optimistic, but now he would like to look at some waves by himself.

He looks up at Oran for a moment quietly, just looking. Mm.]

Take care of yourself, won't you? I'll see you.