He settles a bit better with the confirmation, still not entirely comfortable with the thought, but... but he shouldn't worry about things that haven't come to pass yet. The fan of his tail taps at the ground and Esteban shuffles lightly, shifting this way and that way before he is comfortable again. He slips a large hand through the short strands of his hair again, and breathes, and nods.
"Keep walking, hun," Esteban repeats lightly, the words soft and heavy both at once. He... sort of gets why this sentence might hit him more than intended, maybe. It feels like wings of stone; both uplifting, and so terribly, terribly heavy at once. He's not sure how Allen might take it himself.
"I... I think it's good if people 're a bit selfish." Right. He's not sure where their conversation touched something so personal, but somehow... he hopes for Allen. He worries for Allen. Not fussing; just...
"All dragons 're selfish-- they're the most selfish 'f all the races," he adds with a grin, and his wings stretch lightly with his grin. "An'... I think there's good in that. I think there's good in wantin' things for yourself. It makes the walk easier." There! There's the point that he wanted to bring.
He's not entirely sure how Allen is, in terms of selfishness. In terms of selflessness. But reducing life to a long walk that never ends... Esteban can't help but hope Allen sees the little flowers on the side of the road. That sometimes-- that when he needs it... he takes a break, and watches the flowers grow. He can't interfere, or shake his thoughts into his friend's mind. But he can hope that Allen will listen, at least a bit.
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He settles a bit better with the confirmation, still not entirely comfortable with the thought, but... but he shouldn't worry about things that haven't come to pass yet. The fan of his tail taps at the ground and Esteban shuffles lightly, shifting this way and that way before he is comfortable again. He slips a large hand through the short strands of his hair again, and breathes, and nods.
"Keep walking, hun," Esteban repeats lightly, the words soft and heavy both at once. He... sort of gets why this sentence might hit him more than intended, maybe. It feels like wings of stone; both uplifting, and so terribly, terribly heavy at once. He's not sure how Allen might take it himself.
"I... I think it's good if people 're a bit selfish." Right. He's not sure where their conversation touched something so personal, but somehow... he hopes for Allen. He worries for Allen. Not fussing; just...
"All dragons 're selfish-- they're the most selfish 'f all the races," he adds with a grin, and his wings stretch lightly with his grin. "An'... I think there's good in that. I think there's good in wantin' things for yourself. It makes the walk easier." There! There's the point that he wanted to bring.
He's not entirely sure how Allen is, in terms of selfishness. In terms of selflessness. But reducing life to a long walk that never ends... Esteban can't help but hope Allen sees the little flowers on the side of the road. That sometimes-- that when he needs it... he takes a break, and watches the flowers grow. He can't interfere, or shake his thoughts into his friend's mind. But he can hope that Allen will listen, at least a bit.