[ yes, sorry, it's the detective instinct to stick his nose where it doesn't belong — but it is also the curiosity that comes from octavian's obvious dismissal, the curiosity to know more about him, when the facts he does, in fact, know can be counted with one hand.
and of course, his first instinct is to say something like well it's okay if you don't radiate charm and joy, you're really great anyway, except that's really, sort of not the point here; so he swallows and says, ] He sounds great.
[ once again, he says it entirely sincerely, for a moment feeling incredible sadness for octavian's loss, and also sadness that this person no longer exists in his world. death doesn't discriminate, does she?
and then, well. the sadness in his expression doesn't dissipate at all, only changes form into something quieter. ] ... oh. [ he frowns, sympathy in his eyes as he says, ] Were you close?
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and of course, his first instinct is to say something like well it's okay if you don't radiate charm and joy, you're really great anyway, except that's really, sort of not the point here; so he swallows and says, ] He sounds great.
[ once again, he says it entirely sincerely, for a moment feeling incredible sadness for octavian's loss, and also sadness that this person no longer exists in his world. death doesn't discriminate, does she?
and then, well. the sadness in his expression doesn't dissipate at all, only changes form into something quieter. ] ... oh. [ he frowns, sympathy in his eyes as he says, ] Were you close?