Alright, I'm calling it>>5801377>>5801374>>5801331>>5801286>>5801244>>5801232>>5801216>>5801215>>5801202You frowned, forehead knotting as you considered your future—and Pearce’s future—and all that entailed. Pearce, of course, spoiled the moment by laughing.
“You look ridiculous,” he’d said. “Come on, out with it. Must be a big think up in there. You don’t even look that tortured when you’re working crazy chimeric magic.”
You tried very much not to pout at that. You’re pretty sure you pouted, but Logan Pearce at least had the good graces not to comment on it if you did, which made what came next easier.
“Hey, do you remember what you said before you passed out?”
By the way he tensed up subtly, you could tell that Pearce did, indeed, remember, Still, he shrugged it off, averting his eyes.
“What, when I was delirious from poison? Passing out, nearly dead?”
“You’re being dramatic,” you said with a smirk.
“What, like you’re the only one allowed to be?” he’d asked.
You both laughed at that, but eventually your smile faded. You regarded him seriously.
“You know that I’m… Uh… That I don’t…”
“Not into being called ‘cute’,” he said, standing up with a slight grimace—from physical pain, or from emotional, or maybe both. “Got it. Anyway, so…”
You frowned, and began to speak up again: “Logan…”
Pearce flinches at your sue of his first name, regarding you with a rather vulnerable look for a moment… Then shrugged.
“Look, like I said, I was… Just goofing around. That’s all. Can we move on already? Not everyone’s got an half-elf’s lifespan to spend dwelling on every little thing. What are we doing—are we done here?”
You regarded him with some concern, recalling with curious vividity your falling out with Izirina Henzler earlier that same you. Were you about to lose another friend? Your BEST friend?
You shook your head.
“I… Can’t,” you told him. “I NEED to know the answers to… To the questions I’ve got.”
“Questions,” Pearce scoffed. “What QUESTIONS, Oh Seeker of the Mysterious? What are we even DOING out here?”
