Well, he didn't see that coming. Though he should have. And honestly he's spoken about it too much, voiced it instead of letting it sit quiet inside him like he should. But maybe it was just... he didn't know. Maybe it was just someone having trouble running into that kind of love in their lives.
He frowns a little like a man caught, digging up the stubborn. "Well... to be honest, compared to the men back home it feels like the bar they got set for me is below the ground, all the way down in hell. But uh... I dunno. Thank ya. Bein' better than that level of bastard is a goal I don't mind meetin'." Even if he can't quite believe it, because he Knows What He Is, and whatever goodness is in him is balanced out by a rage he has trouble minding sometimes.
"I guess I ain't sure I believe all them things you're ascribin' to me, but I do appreciate you feel that way, and are good enough to say so." And even if he's teasing by returning her choice of wording the fact of the matter is that when people think that highly of him he tries to behave that decently.
One day he'll cave, and he knows it. One day people are gonna see him lash out. One day rather than just walking away, he's gonna throw a punch and fall back into an old habit. But for every person that thinks the best of him, that's one more person he'll mind himself all the more for... if they're watching him, anyway. Maybe not if they're not in the room.
"You forgot to tell me I'm handsome an' charmin' though." He digs up with a wry grin, chiseling it across his face before he lets the melancholy settle in as it's so prone to doing.
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He frowns a little like a man caught, digging up the stubborn. "Well... to be honest, compared to the men back home it feels like the bar they got set for me is below the ground, all the way down in hell. But uh... I dunno. Thank ya. Bein' better than that level of bastard is a goal I don't mind meetin'." Even if he can't quite believe it, because he Knows What He Is, and whatever goodness is in him is balanced out by a rage he has trouble minding sometimes.
"I guess I ain't sure I believe all them things you're ascribin' to me, but I do appreciate you feel that way, and are good enough to say so." And even if he's teasing by returning her choice of wording the fact of the matter is that when people think that highly of him he tries to behave that decently.
One day he'll cave, and he knows it. One day people are gonna see him lash out. One day rather than just walking away, he's gonna throw a punch and fall back into an old habit. But for every person that thinks the best of him, that's one more person he'll mind himself all the more for... if they're watching him, anyway. Maybe not if they're not in the room.
"You forgot to tell me I'm handsome an' charmin' though." He digs up with a wry grin, chiseling it across his face before he lets the melancholy settle in as it's so prone to doing.