[ It's a good card. A much better one than the first, and even in some ways the second. A change of fortune might be a bad thing if any of his fortune up to this point had been good. Looking at the three of them, the narrative is so simple, clear. His start in life had been hard, beset by misfortune and hardship. He had been given a new beginning, a fresh start. And in the future there will be good luck, happiness, things to look forward to.
And this is something he has been thinking to himself, as he made plans in this place. To fix up the library. To teach Kieran to read. To teach Klaus's pet ferret tricks. To spend time with Peter. To help Cho or Pratt if they are ever in need. He has actually started looking forward to the future, and believing that good things can happen for him.
Which should be good. It shouldn't be terrifying. But it is.
He rubs at his neck, knowing he ought to be smiling, and grateful. He tries a small smile at least, and a somewhat weak: ]
Yay.
[ Ben's discomfort is a very still, very quiet thing. He meets Ami's gaze and gives a little shrug. He owes her at least a small explanation. ]
Sorry. I'm... just used to expecting the worst. Assuming... things are only ever going to get darker. It feels frightening. To hope for anything else.
[ He's rushing past it, he knows, and maybe she'll be curious and want to talk about it more, or maybe she'll be uncomfortable at his reaction and glad for the chance to move on. Squaring his shoulders he says: ]
no subject
And this is something he has been thinking to himself, as he made plans in this place. To fix up the library. To teach Kieran to read. To teach Klaus's pet ferret tricks. To spend time with Peter. To help Cho or Pratt if they are ever in need. He has actually started looking forward to the future, and believing that good things can happen for him.
Which should be good. It shouldn't be terrifying. But it is.
He rubs at his neck, knowing he ought to be smiling, and grateful. He tries a small smile at least, and a somewhat weak: ]
Yay.
[ Ben's discomfort is a very still, very quiet thing. He meets Ami's gaze and gives a little shrug. He owes her at least a small explanation. ]
Sorry. I'm... just used to expecting the worst. Assuming... things are only ever going to get darker. It feels frightening. To hope for anything else.
[ He's rushing past it, he knows, and maybe she'll be curious and want to talk about it more, or maybe she'll be uncomfortable at his reaction and glad for the chance to move on. Squaring his shoulders he says: ]
Can we- do your reading now. Please.