[ Well, fair. Fair. Of course he wouldn't stay here β it's a tree. Not particularly an apartment or something welcoming like a bed! She tries to hide the twinge of embarrassment she feels at that realization. It only vaguely works, right up until he asks that million dollar question.
Right.. Where.
It only dawns on her that technically, all he owns are the poor dirt covered clothing on his back (and the nice shoes he wears, at the bottom, the suspiciously nice shoes). Whatever home he had before this is destroyed, the only existence it now carries in any capacity is in his mind. The same way she thinks about her condo, the one that had all her favorite things β like her laptop, her overflowing closet, the really soft tissues she'd buy for her nose that never made her skin dry and itchy.
(Also while she is definitely distracted by this debacle because, uh, he's homeless now, she still always has snacks on the ready, tucked away in the many pockets of her pants in case he suddenly finds himself famished.)
Now, she kinda doesn't want to leave. She swallows the thought down as she crosses her arms beneath her chest, adding a waffling sort of: ]
Uh.. Outside??
[ Duh. Of course 'outside'. Smooth. ]
I guess.. I can take you to where I live? Highstorm kinda has its own.. Charm.
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Right.. Where.
It only dawns on her that technically, all he owns are the poor dirt covered clothing on his back (and the nice shoes he wears, at the bottom, the suspiciously nice shoes). Whatever home he had before this is destroyed, the only existence it now carries in any capacity is in his mind. The same way she thinks about her condo, the one that had all her favorite things β like her laptop, her overflowing closet, the really soft tissues she'd buy for her nose that never made her skin dry and itchy.
(Also while she is definitely distracted by this debacle because, uh, he's homeless now, she still always has snacks on the ready, tucked away in the many pockets of her pants in case he suddenly finds himself famished.)
Now, she kinda doesn't want to leave. She swallows the thought down as she crosses her arms beneath her chest, adding a waffling sort of: ]
Uh.. Outside??
[ Duh. Of course 'outside'. Smooth. ]
I guess.. I can take you to where I live? Highstorm kinda has its own.. Charm.