Late. Should be sleeping. Trying to sleep. Something. Yeah. He could see that.
"You had a hard weekend," he said, and he was hauling himself to his feet, now, the bottle still on the floor. He'd return to it, later. Now wasn't the time. "I'm not gonna dig my claws in and make you go through this, Rikku. If you can't... Well, shit. That's fine. Not wantin' to lose you can be... I wanna be your friend, even. If that's... still okay, I mean."
He'd blown himself up. Yeah. And then he went right back to standing on guard for Rufus. He could see how this would be an issue.
"I'm sorry," he said again, and this time he actually knew why, "for draggin' you through hell and still not knowin' where I stand with all of it. Even after all that. It ain't fair. Especially not to you, zoto."
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"You had a hard weekend," he said, and he was hauling himself to his feet, now, the bottle still on the floor. He'd return to it, later. Now wasn't the time. "I'm not gonna dig my claws in and make you go through this, Rikku. If you can't... Well, shit. That's fine. Not wantin' to lose you can be... I wanna be your friend, even. If that's... still okay, I mean."
He'd blown himself up. Yeah. And then he went right back to standing on guard for Rufus. He could see how this would be an issue.
"I'm sorry," he said again, and this time he actually knew why, "for draggin' you through hell and still not knowin' where I stand with all of it. Even after all that. It ain't fair. Especially not to you, zoto."