( He runs the back of his wrist across his forehead, catching at the water beading below the line of his forehead ribbon, dripping down his face in an annoyance of sensation; too saturated to do anything but continue to drip, and he gives up, letting his hand fall back down again. )
You're enough. ( Blunt, because there's no one-two hit to anything being brought that he can say, yes, this solves the collective frustrations we both know have no clear resolution, and it's what he's said before. People. Isn't it about being around people? )
Just you.
( Inigo doesn't need to bring anything else, he means, there's not some invisible metric for what qualifies as worthwhile, as something, beyond himself, his friend. He could show up dragging several friends along and it is as enough as arriving alone, and no more or less expected, not to someone raised in a collective, who is used to a lack of space, a lack of quiet, a lack of many things about to catch up with him three days from now. )
no subject
You're enough. ( Blunt, because there's no one-two hit to anything being brought that he can say, yes, this solves the collective frustrations we both know have no clear resolution, and it's what he's said before. People. Isn't it about being around people? )
Just you.
( Inigo doesn't need to bring anything else, he means, there's not some invisible metric for what qualifies as worthwhile, as something, beyond himself, his friend. He could show up dragging several friends along and it is as enough as arriving alone, and no more or less expected, not to someone raised in a collective, who is used to a lack of space, a lack of quiet, a lack of many things about to catch up with him three days from now. )