[ He's silent for a moment, his voice very soft when he replies. ]
I'd find a way to make it work. It's... that's just how I am.
[ He can understand otherwise, but between his inherent stubborn nature, and the way he loves, he'd figure out whatever ways did work. And he'd never ask anyone else to do the same, knowing nothing else. Going in absolutely blind.
His chin tucks in, and he resumes sectioning the orange, thumb brushing over the seeds under a thin layer of skin in each piece as he goes. A small pile is growing right there on his lap, to the side of the spiraling peel. ]
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I'd find a way to make it work. It's... that's just how I am.
[ He can understand otherwise, but between his inherent stubborn nature, and the way he loves, he'd figure out whatever ways did work. And he'd never ask anyone else to do the same, knowing nothing else. Going in absolutely blind.
His chin tucks in, and he resumes sectioning the orange, thumb brushing over the seeds under a thin layer of skin in each piece as he goes. A small pile is growing right there on his lap, to the side of the spiraling peel. ]