[Carlisle is visibly taken aback as Qubit paces, shifting as he leans back into his chair as though to distance himself from the situation.]
Ah.
[His brow tightens — there's a distinct discomfort in his chest, and he's not sure why that is. Because he was wrong? Because he so thoroughly misread a situation he was certain he understood? No no, that can't be it. It's embarrassment, surely.
And... disappointment. He knows that feeling well: he saw it every time his father looked at him, felt it when someone compared him to the rest of his family. It ate at him every night as he slept, barred him from ever feeling like he'd be good enough for his goddess, for his family, for Bear Den.
He pulls in a breath himself, staving it off. His fingers curl slightly, pressing on the surface before him, his eyes going from the now-halted Qubit to the mug on the table.]
My apologies. I have wed many people in my time, and even then, rarely would I see anyone so devoted to another being as you are.
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Ah.
[His brow tightens — there's a distinct discomfort in his chest, and he's not sure why that is. Because he was wrong? Because he so thoroughly misread a situation he was certain he understood? No no, that can't be it. It's embarrassment, surely.
And... disappointment. He knows that feeling well: he saw it every time his father looked at him, felt it when someone compared him to the rest of his family. It ate at him every night as he slept, barred him from ever feeling like he'd be good enough for his goddess, for his family, for Bear Den.
He pulls in a breath himself, staving it off. His fingers curl slightly, pressing on the surface before him, his eyes going from the now-halted Qubit to the mug on the table.]
My apologies. I have wed many people in my time, and even then, rarely would I see anyone so devoted to another being as you are.