[ the easy levity of the moment fades, as the memory ends, and suddenly, the way sholmes had softened at the mention of having a mother in the picture before makes a lot of sense.
xie lian stands with his hand on his heart, processing, for a moment. the expression on his face is empathetic, immediately - the concern and swell of emotion is very, very genuine. ] ...oh, Mr. Sholmes.
[ xie lian himself has never had a 'partner', or anything similar. but, the sacrifice made, the care given to that small child - his ward, iris - is unmistakably some kind of love. imagining losing the people dearest to him makes him ache with fierceness and protectiveness, and there's a long moment before he bows his head. ]
I'm sorry. I... I can forget seeing that, if you want me to.
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[sholmes: i am a troll and i know it]
Ah, this? No, no, no need to worry about me, my dear fellow. It will all be quite fine-
[His foot bumps against a shard.]
[The memory...or rather, the set of memories plays out. Sholmes just...stands, a little distant.]
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xie lian stands with his hand on his heart, processing, for a moment. the expression on his face is empathetic, immediately - the concern and swell of emotion is very, very genuine. ] ...oh, Mr. Sholmes.
[ xie lian himself has never had a 'partner', or anything similar. but, the sacrifice made, the care given to that small child - his ward, iris - is unmistakably some kind of love. imagining losing the people dearest to him makes him ache with fierceness and protectiveness, and there's a long moment before he bows his head. ]
I'm sorry. I... I can forget seeing that, if you want me to.
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[He shakes his head. He's bittersweet, its clear from his face, but he seems to shift it aside, moving to get his pipe.]
That's quite alright. It's not some grand secret. It was what it was.