[He isn't sure how serious or not these moments in their lives are meant to be but his own feels comical in retrospect, not because he didn't enjoy getting caught up in the moment with Layla at the time, but because they faced so much worse collectively... yet that's what Folkmore chose to dwell on. Then again, there isn't much Steven has done in his simple life to find regret or remorse in, so maybe this just means he's boring. No, in truth, his life has only just started to get exciting, to feel... real.
He keeps all of that inside too though and instead focuses on the specific example at hand, flashing Poe a sheepish smile, especially at that cheeky wink. He can tell Poe is trying to relate or at least make him feel a bit better.]
What if it was a pre-battle celebration? Not even. More of a... pre-pre-battle. [Steven chuckles.] I suppose we have. It's not like we've talked about it directly or anything because he isn't much of a talker to begin with, but we've both... grown and changed a lot since then. She's here too, actually, and they're working on their marriage and all which is for the best, and I'm just-
[He cuts himself off, fiddling with one edge of the paper nervously, eyes flitting down to it instead of the man sitting across from him.]
I'm happy for them. I'd be lying if I said I'd completely moved on but she's more of a friend, anyway - was never "mine" or anything to begin with. Not that I'd consider her Marc's either, of course she's her own person, but you know what I mean. [Another nervous laugh.] Or maybe you don't.
[Somehow, admitting his complicated feelings to a stranger is a lot easier than saying it to a friend, or Marc, or Layla herself (even though she also knows). After a few beats he lets out a long sigh, shoulders relaxing as he makes eye contact with Poe again.] What about yours, then? It can't be more embarrassing than pouring bits of your heart out to a stranger, yeah?
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He keeps all of that inside too though and instead focuses on the specific example at hand, flashing Poe a sheepish smile, especially at that cheeky wink. He can tell Poe is trying to relate or at least make him feel a bit better.]
What if it was a pre-battle celebration? Not even. More of a... pre-pre-battle. [Steven chuckles.] I suppose we have. It's not like we've talked about it directly or anything because he isn't much of a talker to begin with, but we've both... grown and changed a lot since then. She's here too, actually, and they're working on their marriage and all which is for the best, and I'm just-
[He cuts himself off, fiddling with one edge of the paper nervously, eyes flitting down to it instead of the man sitting across from him.]
I'm happy for them. I'd be lying if I said I'd completely moved on but she's more of a friend, anyway - was never "mine" or anything to begin with. Not that I'd consider her Marc's either, of course she's her own person, but you know what I mean. [Another nervous laugh.] Or maybe you don't.
[Somehow, admitting his complicated feelings to a stranger is a lot easier than saying it to a friend, or Marc, or Layla herself (even though she also knows). After a few beats he lets out a long sigh, shoulders relaxing as he makes eye contact with Poe again.] What about yours, then? It can't be more embarrassing than pouring bits of your heart out to a stranger, yeah?