Yeah. Yeah, if you want it, it's yours. [something twists in his heart at what hope does to her voice. it's so easy for her pain and despair to become his pain and despair, even without seeing her in front of him. the telepathic connection between their minds does so much of the heavy lifting for his weird empathy condition; all he has left to do is endure the onslaught of feeling that follows.
it's a sensory overload, of a sort, but it's not all bad. her relief and joy warm him from the inside out, like a woodstove in winter. he's begun to smile without realizing he's doing it.]
Uh. It's, [a dry laugh of realization, because this is what started them down this path months ago, wasn't it,] it's sort of like an attic, actually. But it's not entirely closed off from the main body of the house.
...Honestly, you can have the bedroom on the ground floor if you want it instead, I just thought you might, I don't know, [a beat, where he scratches his day-old stubble, awkward,] want some privacy, maybe.
[ Even though she's been smiling to herself in the privacy of the boarding house room she's been staying in, her face falls comically at the mention of an attic. The place she's imagining for Will (with limited references, surely) doesn't have nearly the space for what Aegon had shut her up in and for a terrible moment she pictures a closet at the top of a flight of rickety stairs.
Yet as soon as he walks the offer back, changes it in the slightest, Rhaenyra doesn't have the heart to force that on him, the rearranging of his space. She doesn't want to reject such a gift. ]
No, no. I... would feel safer up above. Though I'm not sure I'm imagining it all correctly.
We could go now, if you want. I've already moved in my things and talked to Nancy. [Nancy Wheeler, his roommate; whatever reservations he has about leaving her alone in the boarding house, he feels confident enough in her ability to protect herself. he has no such confidence about Rhaenyra--not through any fault of her own, but after what Aegon and Aemond did to her--
he takes a breath, a little hesitant.] You're sure about this? [pause.] Alicent won't give you trouble about it?
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it's a sensory overload, of a sort, but it's not all bad. her relief and joy warm him from the inside out, like a woodstove in winter. he's begun to smile without realizing he's doing it.]
Uh. It's, [a dry laugh of realization, because this is what started them down this path months ago, wasn't it,] it's sort of like an attic, actually. But it's not entirely closed off from the main body of the house.
...Honestly, you can have the bedroom on the ground floor if you want it instead, I just thought you might, I don't know, [a beat, where he scratches his day-old stubble, awkward,] want some privacy, maybe.
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Yet as soon as he walks the offer back, changes it in the slightest, Rhaenyra doesn't have the heart to force that on him, the rearranging of his space. She doesn't want to reject such a gift. ]
No, no. I... would feel safer up above. Though I'm not sure I'm imagining it all correctly.
Are you... will we be leaving soon?
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he takes a breath, a little hesitant.] You're sure about this? [pause.] Alicent won't give you trouble about it?
[about moving in with a strange man. with him.]