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Usually, when you messed something up, or things didn’t go your way, you usually got pissed off, and that would give you the energy to do something about it. This was different. It’d been so long that you’d felt you’d disappointed somebody you actually cared about the opinion of- and you’d been ready for Magnus to be <span class="mu-i">meaner</span> about it. He could be spiteful and bitter if he wanted to be. That had been one of the first times you’d actually corresponded- over a perceived failure on your part when you’d done all you could. That had been a battlefield, where people were hurt, killed, nothing even close to what was happening now.
This time he wanted to reassure you, but you hadn’t wanted that. Yet you couldn’t be angry about it. You wanted him to choose the life he wanted, and even if you also wanted him to choose <span class="mu-i">you</span>, but that had been because you figured you were the best thing for him. If he wasn’t happy with part of you, if you’d caused that…
“…If y’ don’t want t’ eat it,” you frowned and withdrew to yourself, “I won’t make you. Just figured you’d like it if I tried t’ make something…”
It was a sort of feeling you hadn’t had in a long time, and you couldn’t look Magnus in the eye in the quiet after.
