[He winces at that, helplessly, a bit of that regained peace scattering away like leaves in the wind. He gets why she's asking, he doesn't blame her for it, but he doesn't like that she felt as if she had to.]
I don't know. I doubt it? It's you, Pyra... I'd be more worried about me doing that to you.
[She always focuses so much on other people. Surely he's said something insensitive or pushed her in an uncomfortable way- despite her words he's far from perfect, sometimes he fails at courtesy. His words are genuine, though, even ignoring the turnabout: she's kind and thoughtful, mindful of his moods, often questioning what he might be thinking. He's more honest with her than he's ever been with anyone, besides maybe Prompto. (Carbuncle might count as one, but Carbuncle just knows things without him saying it.) He can't think of an instance where she made him feel this way, so even if she had, the fact that it isn't memorable means it can't have been that bad.]
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I don't know. I doubt it? It's you, Pyra... I'd be more worried about me doing that to you.
[She always focuses so much on other people. Surely he's said something insensitive or pushed her in an uncomfortable way- despite her words he's far from perfect, sometimes he fails at courtesy. His words are genuine, though, even ignoring the turnabout: she's kind and thoughtful, mindful of his moods, often questioning what he might be thinking. He's more honest with her than he's ever been with anyone, besides maybe Prompto. (Carbuncle might count as one, but Carbuncle just knows things without him saying it.) He can't think of an instance where she made him feel this way, so even if she had, the fact that it isn't memorable means it can't have been that bad.]