[If he notices that he calls her by the probably altogether too comfortable moniker of 'kid,' he doesn't let on. It's just something that comes out of his mouth sometimes, intended to be affectionate and reassuring all at once. He smiles at her, and it's a genuine smile, not something dredged up just for the sake of preserving the atmosphere.
Though it's true, the last thing he wants to do is sadden her. The party should be enjoyable, just as sparkly and delightful as she is, not some kind of depressing affair -- though no matter what he does, he keeps making things somber, entirely by accident.]
Just a thought, that's all. Nothin' to worry about.
[He wonders, then, if that sounds dismissive, if he sounds like he's ordering her not to worry. Why is all of this so very fraught, so very hard to talk about? Emotions are always that way, he supposes -- just a big goddamned mess.]
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[If he notices that he calls her by the probably altogether too comfortable moniker of 'kid,' he doesn't let on. It's just something that comes out of his mouth sometimes, intended to be affectionate and reassuring all at once. He smiles at her, and it's a genuine smile, not something dredged up just for the sake of preserving the atmosphere.
Though it's true, the last thing he wants to do is sadden her. The party should be enjoyable, just as sparkly and delightful as she is, not some kind of depressing affair -- though no matter what he does, he keeps making things somber, entirely by accident.]
Just a thought, that's all. Nothin' to worry about.
[He wonders, then, if that sounds dismissive, if he sounds like he's ordering her not to worry. Why is all of this so very fraught, so very hard to talk about? Emotions are always that way, he supposes -- just a big goddamned mess.]