Fitz tilts his head, frowning, as certain matters sink their way into his
consciousness. He understands the Fool's regard for him. He does not,
clearly, understand just how that intersects with the Fool's wish to be in
his presence........ or otherwise.
He has said something quite stupid again.
"Would it be easier for you if I were to stay away?" he asks quietly. There
is a stray thought drifting through him, a tiny query as to why his love
for the Fool doesn't already encompass romantic love. He lets it be, for
the moment. He searches through his pockets, finding not-quite-apricot
candies and a small jar of not-quite-honey, which he holds out to the Fool
wordlessly.
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...this could have gone better.
Fitz tilts his head, frowning, as certain matters sink their way into his consciousness. He understands the Fool's regard for him. He does not, clearly, understand just how that intersects with the Fool's wish to be in his presence........ or otherwise.
He has said something quite stupid again.
"Would it be easier for you if I were to stay away?" he asks quietly. There is a stray thought drifting through him, a tiny query as to why his love for the Fool doesn't already encompass romantic love. He lets it be, for the moment. He searches through his pockets, finding not-quite-apricot candies and a small jar of not-quite-honey, which he holds out to the Fool wordlessly.