[for a split second, it's oh-so-tempting to just blurt it out: one of my fathers left on the platform today, but as he genuinely considers how it'd sound saying something without reason, sizhui bites his tongue instead. (except there was a reason! inigo had asked how he was doing and well, unsurprisingly, he didn't quite have a straight answer.)
sheepishly, he inclines his head after inigo turns away, directing his own attention back to the stockpot while he stirs.]
Of course, [he reaffirms, as if this surely couldn't be like the one platform day where they were hugging it out because someone inigo knew had left then, too. in this situation, however, sizhui's thinking maybe he shouldn't call it out right away; they can cook and both ignore their more distressing emotions.] Me either, but you are right. They do only last that long.
[a beat] And we're back on the train now, so... best to keep moving forward. If there is anything you'd like to talk about, please know I will listen, though.
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sheepishly, he inclines his head after inigo turns away, directing his own attention back to the stockpot while he stirs.]
Of course, [he reaffirms, as if this surely couldn't be like the one platform day where they were hugging it out because someone inigo knew had left then, too. in this situation, however, sizhui's thinking maybe he shouldn't call it out right away; they can cook and both ignore their more distressing emotions.] Me either, but you are right. They do only last that long.
[a beat] And we're back on the train now, so... best to keep moving forward. If there is anything you'd like to talk about, please know I will listen, though.