[she was whatting his what to his WHERE oh my god, he wasn't ready-]
I hope you have many peaceful years ahead of you, then, wherever they are. [Does it feel right to say "even if it's here"? Not really; he's dead, he perfectly understands how this place is the better option for many of them, despite the uncomfortable things that happen to the Augmented more often than not. So, no: just the hope for a peaceful life.] May we live in uninteresting times.
[A beat.]
I should ask, and feel free to tell me to stay on my side, but would you like a hug?
[It’s a nice sentiment. She knows better than to believe it will last forever, here or otherwise, but it’s nice to think of all the same. She appreciates it.
His offer makes her head snap up and face him, expression briefly baffled.] I… [At least she doesn’t seem offended or put off by the offer, just… realizing no one’s really asked before. Most just ignored her discomfort and no one knew what to do with grief. It’s touching, no pun intended.
She has to think about it though, before coming to the conclusion that she wouldn’t mind it at all. I think I’d like that very much, actually. [Helaena admits it into the air, unable to take it back and finding she doesn’t feel the desire to. A hug would be nice. A hug from Pal would be nicer; she likes him. He answers her questions and doesn’t call her bugs gross or creepy (to her face, at least) and hansn’t let Aemond scare him away. He can be polite enough that maybe even Alicent might like him in short bursts, but it doesn’t do to think of these things anyhow.
Helaena sets her sewing to the side so no one gets poked with a rouge needle and opens her arms willingly]
[It's disheartening to see her think about it like that, as if no one has asked her before - either for a hug or for her permission, he doesn't know, but both situations are pretty grim. Still, once she gives the okay, he scoots over to wrap her into a hug, human arm first, you know, just in case. He's inclined towards big hugs, but Helaena isn't the lift-off-the-ground hug type, he thinks, and they're on the floor anyway; he's good at hugging the normal way, at least.]
I'm good for this anytime, just so you know. You can ask me, too.
[Worth saying; anyway, this hug will go on until she wants it to end.]
[She's a bit stiff at first, like she's not entirely sure what to like...do? What does she do with her arms, or her head or what?? But after a moment she relaxes, gradually inching her head down until she can rest it against his shoulder.
Huh.]
It's warm.
[An observation mostly, but she sighs and closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of warmth and safety] Thank you, Palamedes. You... You're a good man. And a good friend. Your world has lost much.
[Ah—and that makes it worth it, doesn't it, to feel the way she relaxes against him. It's such a small thing, such an easy thing to provide, and it breaks his heart somewhat that she hasn't been able to have something so simple in her life.]
You're too kind. I like to think they'll be fine without me.
[His people back home, that is; he's already dead, after all, and before long... well, he doesn't want anyone to miss him too much.]
I'll just have to do what I can for you all while I'm here.
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I hope you have many peaceful years ahead of you, then, wherever they are. [Does it feel right to say "even if it's here"? Not really; he's dead, he perfectly understands how this place is the better option for many of them, despite the uncomfortable things that happen to the Augmented more often than not. So, no: just the hope for a peaceful life.] May we live in uninteresting times.
[A beat.]
I should ask, and feel free to tell me to stay on my side, but would you like a hug?
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His offer makes her head snap up and face him, expression briefly baffled.] I… [At least she doesn’t seem offended or put off by the offer, just… realizing no one’s really asked before. Most just ignored her discomfort and no one knew what to do with grief. It’s touching, no pun intended.
She has to think about it though, before coming to the conclusion that she wouldn’t mind it at all. I think I’d like that very much, actually. [Helaena admits it into the air, unable to take it back and finding she doesn’t feel the desire to. A hug would be nice. A hug from Pal would be nicer; she likes him. He answers her questions and doesn’t call her bugs gross or creepy (to her face, at least) and hansn’t let Aemond scare him away. He can be polite enough that maybe even Alicent might like him in short bursts, but it doesn’t do to think of these things anyhow.
Helaena sets her sewing to the side so no one gets poked with a rouge needle and opens her arms willingly]
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I'm good for this anytime, just so you know. You can ask me, too.
[Worth saying; anyway, this hug will go on until she wants it to end.]
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Huh.]
It's warm.
[An observation mostly, but she sighs and closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of warmth and safety] Thank you, Palamedes. You... You're a good man. And a good friend. Your world has lost much.
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You're too kind. I like to think they'll be fine without me.
[His people back home, that is; he's already dead, after all, and before long... well, he doesn't want anyone to miss him too much.]
I'll just have to do what I can for you all while I'm here.