Kevin winces, and puts a hand to his head. "No," he says, as knows he is supposed to. "I wouldn't like that better."
Kevin feels reasonably centered in himself, most of the time. But it's true that he hasn't lived very long, as andain go, and sometimes there is a vague uncomfortable feeling inside him that it's possible that that could change.
"I'm sorry. I'm listening. Or - could we," he says, wistfully, "maybe do something a little more active?"
It's far too nice a day to be sitting around being lectured at.
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Date: 2010-05-16 04:19 am (UTC)Kevin feels reasonably centered in himself, most of the time. But it's true that he hasn't lived very long, as andain go, and sometimes there is a vague uncomfortable feeling inside him that it's possible that that could change.
"I'm sorry. I'm listening. Or - could we," he says, wistfully, "maybe do something a little more active?"
It's far too nice a day to be sitting around being lectured at.