[Hershel let go of the grass long enough to reach over and gently pat Clive's arm, the side of his head, finding it hard to keep swallowing down the stubborn lump in his throat. He thought for a moment what Alfendi would say if he heard Hershel was about to cry over him, of all things, and the disgusted look he imagined forced a choked sort of laugh out of him before he pushed it back down.
He didn't make much of a sound after that, stirring from his thoughts only when Clive started moving. He stares a moment, realizing in a weird sort of delay that he wanted to communicate with Hershel. That communication makes him stare for a moment more before he hastily took the pen.]
No, thank you. [He stares at his own words for a long moment before blinking rapidly. It takes him a moment to continue.] For caring about him.
LMFAO god these sadsacks are killing me
He didn't make much of a sound after that, stirring from his thoughts only when Clive started moving. He stares a moment, realizing in a weird sort of delay that he wanted to communicate with Hershel. That communication makes him stare for a moment more before he hastily took the pen.]
No, thank you. [He stares at his own words for a long moment before blinking rapidly. It takes him a moment to continue.] For caring about him.