[ That's a little less frustrated, more on the awkward side of guilty. Because he knows what he's about to admit, gesturing a hand towards the cooker. ]
I-- threw a glass, that's all! It was already broke! I didn't know I could magically break cookers now!
[ Who throws broken glass around, Tidus. But he knows better than try to lie his way out of it (ten years with Auron will teach you that), even if that doesn't mean he won't try to give excuses. ]
[ Regis breathes out, his shoulders lowering slightly, and he takes a moment to look over the situation.
Then he shakes his head, face easing. ]
It is difficult to adjust, a first, to how powerful an effect emotions, and emotional magic, have on everything here. There are ways to ease those effects, though those take time to make work.
If you give me a moment, we can go out to where the outbursts will be less of a problem?
[ He wants to get defensive over it being an outburst, at the chance that the guy is going to start getting into dunamis, the word and everything about it becoming an irritation to Tidus's ears. But there's no real defence to give, and he can't be preemptively moody over something that isn't brought up.
... or really, he currently doesn't have the right to any of those reactions, half-soaked and with the faint burnt smell of metal in the kitchen because of him. ]
Sure, [ he agrees reluctantly, his head lifting, but his gaze looking nowhere in particular until he inspects himself. ]
I should probably change.
[ Well, he'll need to go back to the apartment for that. ]
Yes. I could probably find some clean clothes that will fit you, or we can meet outside town in about... twenty minutes?
[ Dunamis... important, but definitely not a quick fix, nor appropriate for everyone. Tidus seems to need to let things out now, and that is also important. ]
[ Oh, was there maybe somewhere Regis actually wanted to go with him? ...which he did say, yes, but it hadn't registered to Tidus as that until then.
He peels some of his shirt away from himself. ]
It's better I wear my sports uniform when I get like this. It's water proof. [ He then lets it go, looking at Regis with frown. ] You don't have to do anything, you now. I can just go for a walk. I've already made you deal with enough mess.
[ He gestures to the cooker as he says that, exasperated. And now there's more (and that doesn't even include the hoover). ]
No one needs to deal with my problems. You or Auron.
I know. You can deal with this on your own, and I could leave you to it, but there are some things which are worse in solitude.
Even if you don't find words to talk to me, I choose to stand by your side and help you work through it. And protect anyone who needs protecting from what happens - you, if necessary, too.
[ Slowly, Regis smiles. It's gentle, and a little sad. ]
There are many things we can do in solitude, Tidus. That doesn't mean that's the best way, or how all people who care will want it to be. And I say that as having left someone I care much about to deal with a lot without me.
It's more than Tidus knows what to do with. He with this stupid, annoying frustration in him that seems inconsequential to what Regis is offering, which in itself is a lot to unravel and unpack. Or maybe he's just not used to this type of gesture. It's a lot more words than Auron would ever use. Different, too. Completely different.
It simmers his emotions, or is part of the reason. Tidus touches the back of his head to rub at it, damp, but the trickling of moisture on his skin nothing new produced. The more prominent emotion in him an embarrassed confusion, a different reason he doesn't know how to look Regis in the eye. ]
I'll--meet you outside town then, yeah? By the west gate? [ It was the gate that got most of the activity, leading out to the wider side of the island. ] We can just...walk!
[ Or talk. Or something. Tidus doesn't even know, just that he feels locked into this now, unable to turn Regis down.
But he also doesn't want to sound too much like he intends to burden Regis. He should be better than that. ]
[ Sometimes, it's a lot easier to do some things with a stranger, Regis knows. Somebody you won't later be ashamed to face when you need your family.
But between Jecht being Jecht (Regis does not in any way dislike the man, but he is fully aware what kind of emotional maturity will take some work to freely reach), and Auron having both a lot of work and his own issues with the situation means that Regis taking up the position makes sense. To him.
And he doesn't actually do things halfway. ]
By the west gate, yes.
[ There is little to no judgment or anger coming from Regis. That might help with everything. And, child, when he has carried a dying kingdom and the knowledge of his son's fate for so long, this is not going to crush him. ]
We can just walk. Even in this season, it is very lovely.
[ And when Tidus goes, Regis will do as much as he can to tidy the kitchen for when the next meal needs to be prepared, then let his staff know he is stepping out and make his way to the west gate fast. He would rather not keep Tidus waiting. ]
[ Tidus shows up last, perhaps with not as much haste as he should. He's got his uniform on, with a jacket thrown over it and the pauldron taken off, just to look less like a sight walking around in it. That, and even he doesn't want to risk getting sick again after the last week.
But he feels no less strange about this, and not because of the outfit. He jogs over the rest of the way once he finally spots Regis, waiting until he stops due to the noise to give him a small and awkward, ] Hiya.
[ And once they begin walking, he'll actually have something to say first himself: a question, that has always been on his mind, but with more curiosity now than before. ]
So... how do you know Auron and my old man anyway? What's the story there?
[ How did the three of them end up living together? ]
[ That... is a lengthy answer right there, but why not? ]
Auron and I arrived at the same time, nearly three years ago now. Both of us... with wounds that needed tending, from back home. Not necessarily physical ones, though, [ he taps his cane twice on the ground to point out that some of them were, and still are, ] it is complicated.
It took us months to begin really talking, and we have been growing closer since. We both had to go through different losses, here, and we were there for each other.
Jecht only showed up much more recently. After having my family here for most of the time - they were here for a long time - I was very glad for him to get some of his, too. Even with how complicated he might be.
[ Yes' he's definitely aware, child. You don't have to defend yourself to Regis. At least up to now. ]
[ It takes Tidus a second to realise what Regis is saying about himself and Auron -- or rather, to connect it to Auron, as strange as that might be. Not physical wounds. Like what? Auron? Never bothered about anything Auron, to the point of frustration, as reliable as it made him as well?
It was hard to imagine.
But it's easy to be pulled away from that thought once Jecht comes up, a small bitter taste in the back of his throat. ]
I'm sorry about your family, [ and he is, saying it and leaving out the sour note that comes after, ] but just because me and Jecht are related...
[ He leaves the 'it's not the same', unsaid, because it isn't. But he does decide to ask--not as a distraction from his dad, though it may sound that way--because the curiosity is still there in his mind: ]
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[ That's a little less frustrated, more on the awkward side of guilty. Because he knows what he's about to admit, gesturing a hand towards the cooker. ]
I-- threw a glass, that's all! It was already broke! I didn't know I could magically break cookers now!
[ Who throws broken glass around, Tidus. But he knows better than try to lie his way out of it (ten years with Auron will teach you that), even if that doesn't mean he won't try to give excuses. ]
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[ Regis breathes out, his shoulders lowering slightly, and he takes a moment to look over the situation.
Then he shakes his head, face easing. ]
It is difficult to adjust, a first, to how powerful an effect emotions, and emotional magic, have on everything here. There are ways to ease those effects, though those take time to make work.
If you give me a moment, we can go out to where the outbursts will be less of a problem?
[ AKA, take a walk with me? ]
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... or really, he currently doesn't have the right to any of those reactions, half-soaked and with the faint burnt smell of metal in the kitchen because of him. ]
Sure, [ he agrees reluctantly, his head lifting, but his gaze looking nowhere in particular until he inspects himself. ]
I should probably change.
[ Well, he'll need to go back to the apartment for that. ]
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[ Dunamis... important, but definitely not a quick fix, nor appropriate for everyone. Tidus seems to need to let things out now, and that is also important. ]
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He peels some of his shirt away from himself. ]
It's better I wear my sports uniform when I get like this. It's water proof. [ He then lets it go, looking at Regis with frown. ] You don't have to do anything, you now. I can just go for a walk. I've already made you deal with enough mess.
[ He gestures to the cooker as he says that, exasperated. And now there's more (and that doesn't even include the hoover). ]
No one needs to deal with my problems. You or Auron.
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Even if you don't find words to talk to me, I choose to stand by your side and help you work through it. And protect anyone who needs protecting from what happens - you, if necessary, too.
[ Slowly, Regis smiles. It's gentle, and a little sad. ]
There are many things we can do in solitude, Tidus. That doesn't mean that's the best way, or how all people who care will want it to be. And I say that as having left someone I care much about to deal with a lot without me.
This time, you need not do it alone.
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It's more than Tidus knows what to do with. He with this stupid, annoying frustration in him that seems inconsequential to what Regis is offering, which in itself is a lot to unravel and unpack. Or maybe he's just not used to this type of gesture. It's a lot more words than Auron would ever use. Different, too. Completely different.
It simmers his emotions, or is part of the reason. Tidus touches the back of his head to rub at it, damp, but the trickling of moisture on his skin nothing new produced. The more prominent emotion in him an embarrassed confusion, a different reason he doesn't know how to look Regis in the eye. ]
I'll--meet you outside town then, yeah? By the west gate? [ It was the gate that got most of the activity, leading out to the wider side of the island. ] We can just...walk!
[ Or talk. Or something. Tidus doesn't even know, just that he feels locked into this now, unable to turn Regis down.
But he also doesn't want to sound too much like he intends to burden Regis. He should be better than that. ]
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But between Jecht being Jecht (Regis does not in any way dislike the man, but he is fully aware what kind of emotional maturity will take some work to freely reach), and Auron having both a lot of work and his own issues with the situation means that Regis taking up the position makes sense. To him.
And he doesn't actually do things halfway. ]
By the west gate, yes.
[ There is little to no judgment or anger coming from Regis. That might help with everything. And, child, when he has carried a dying kingdom and the knowledge of his son's fate for so long, this is not going to crush him. ]
We can just walk. Even in this season, it is very lovely.
[ And when Tidus goes, Regis will do as much as he can to tidy the kitchen for when the next meal needs to be prepared, then let his staff know he is stepping out and make his way to the west gate fast. He would rather not keep Tidus waiting. ]
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But he feels no less strange about this, and not because of the outfit. He jogs over the rest of the way once he finally spots Regis, waiting until he stops due to the noise to give him a small and awkward, ] Hiya.
[ And once they begin walking, he'll actually have something to say first himself: a question, that has always been on his mind, but with more curiosity now than before. ]
So... how do you know Auron and my old man anyway? What's the story there?
[ How did the three of them end up living together? ]
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Auron and I arrived at the same time, nearly three years ago now. Both of us... with wounds that needed tending, from back home. Not necessarily physical ones, though, [ he taps his cane twice on the ground to point out that some of them were, and still are, ] it is complicated.
It took us months to begin really talking, and we have been growing closer since. We both had to go through different losses, here, and we were there for each other.
Jecht only showed up much more recently. After having my family here for most of the time - they were here for a long time - I was very glad for him to get some of his, too. Even with how complicated he might be.
[ Yes' he's definitely aware, child. You don't have to defend yourself to Regis. At least up to now. ]
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It was hard to imagine.
But it's easy to be pulled away from that thought once Jecht comes up, a small bitter taste in the back of his throat. ]
I'm sorry about your family, [ and he is, saying it and leaving out the sour note that comes after, ] but just because me and Jecht are related...
[ He leaves the 'it's not the same', unsaid, because it isn't. But he does decide to ask--not as a distraction from his dad, though it may sound that way--because the curiosity is still there in his mind: ]
What was up with Auron?
[ Not to sound like he cares or anything, but. ]