[ He's going quiet at that. The ability to turn emotions off at will seems like an incredibly appealing thing, but he knows, logically, that it's also a terrible thing to have.
Feelings make you, after all, who you are. Even if they hurt. Even if you turn away from them, even for a little while.
He's looking down at the bottle in his hands at that, unsure of what to say, or even how to say it.
He's not exactly in a position to talk about feelings tonight. Nor does it feel right for him to speak of things like this when he's never lives through a war, or anything like it. ]
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Feelings make you, after all, who you are. Even if they hurt. Even if you turn away from them, even for a little while.
He's looking down at the bottle in his hands at that, unsure of what to say, or even how to say it.
He's not exactly in a position to talk about feelings tonight. Nor does it feel right for him to speak of things like this when he's never lives through a war, or anything like it. ]