[ He's not sure if this constitutes betrayal, being this close to Oona. If asked, he couldn't deny that she makes him happier than he'd felt in...well. Maybe that in itself is a brand of betrayal, reflecting upon a relationship that should have, for all extents and purposes, been singular and irreplaceable as something close to regret.
His issues keep piling and he hardly has the ability to organize all of them into some coherent set; so he stops overcomplicating, decides for now that all he can do is protect and preserve what he has in front of him.
Which would be Oona. ]
...You keep saying that. I know. [ About the 'liking', he means. This may be the first time he's acknowledging it aside from a dismissal, and he follows it up with a pat to her cheek and a slow pull backwards. ]
And you can ask however you want, as long as there's no kissing.
[ Why do you hate fun, Adolf... but no, he's teasing. That statement is followed up by a gentle ruffle of hair. ]
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His issues keep piling and he hardly has the ability to organize all of them into some coherent set; so he stops overcomplicating, decides for now that all he can do is protect and preserve what he has in front of him.
Which would be Oona. ]
...You keep saying that. I know. [ About the 'liking', he means. This may be the first time he's acknowledging it aside from a dismissal, and he follows it up with a pat to her cheek and a slow pull backwards. ]
And you can ask however you want, as long as there's no kissing.
[ Why do you hate fun, Adolf... but no, he's teasing. That statement is followed up by a gentle ruffle of hair. ]