["Who knew?" Ferran knew. Ferran has known for... a long time, but he keeps that thought to himself. It only shows through the brief moment of exhaustion in his face and posture before he takes another breath and tries to mask it with a more... confident sort of worry. Put together, maybe.]
I'm sorry. It really can be awful. [Sword disappearing from his hand, he puts his hands in his pockets, trying to seem open while shuffling his own problems firmly to the back of his mind.] Do you want to talk about it?
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I'm sorry. It really can be awful. [Sword disappearing from his hand, he puts his hands in his pockets, trying to seem open while shuffling his own problems firmly to the back of his mind.] Do you want to talk about it?