Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2023 21:56:10 GMT -5
“Clearly it does matter,” Ber refuted, though not with any heat. When it came to blowing off steam, punching things had always been his activity of choice, but he knew plenty of other people who had their own preferences for dealing with pent up frustration. Given the number of heavy discussions they’d had, Ber wondered if Zevran found heartfelt conversations more helpful. In his opinion, throwing punches was so much easier than trying to wrangle words into order, but doing so today had only made the situation worse. “We don’t have to talk about it,” Ber offered, a little at a loss for what else there was besides the waiting that ate away at his friend. “But I’m here if you want to.”
The other man seemed far more shaken by this whole event than the soldier did, even going so far as to walk slightly behind him as if Ber was some sort of officer. Immediately averse to the prospect of having to glance over his shoulder while trying to have a conversation, the younger man slowed his pace until his friend fell into step beside him, smirking somewhat at the groan in response to his words. On the whole, there was very little he envied about Zevran’s position, but the curiosity and staring from those unaccustomed to his presence would have been one of the worst parts for Ber.
Zevran’s response had him glancing over and grinning, relieved at the humor, for he was unsure of what more he could do to try to reassure his friend that he wasn’t angry. “Yeah, well,” Ber began. “You’ve already got a date, so I think the question is how would Alys feel about the tough guy persona?” A pause as the memory of a night in a tavern struck him, and he raised his eyebrows. “Unless you’ve got your eye on some other noblewoman as well? She might like the tough guy look.” Ber had no idea what the noblewoman in the tavern preferred - he’d never actually talked to her - but he was certain Zevran could have convinced her to pay for another round of drinks had Abbott not shown up.