[Communicating had never really come easy for Onni, even as a child. He's always struggled with finding words for the things that are going on in his mind, the things he's feeling. Even if he could, finding the wherewithal to actually do so would probably be just as difficult. In this case, though, he isn't even entirely sure what conclusion his mind is trying to draw from the combination of recent experiences and things he's been feeling, let alone how to talk about it. He isn't even entirely sure why he's asking Reynir about the chores he's been doing to spare Onni.

When Reynir says that the word considerate makes him sound dutiful and mature, but that the truth is that it makes him happy to make things easier for him, Onni makes a soft 'hm' in his throat, puts the pot he's holding aside. He lifts his gaze just in time for his eyes to catch Reynir's, and finds himself mildly uncomfortable, to hold eye contact in this mindset, but he doesn't look away.]

That isn't what I meant by it. Just that it seemed like you were going out of your way to make things easier for me.

[When Reynir asks if he minds, Onni shakes his head.]

No. I appreciated it.

[It's a bit of an understatement. Onni really can't remember the last time someone took on extra chores to make his life easier, or even noticed when he was struggling enough to need such a thing. For a moment, he's quiet, idly picking bits of soil off the knee of his pants, mouth pursed.]

Do I seem like I'm doing poorly enough to need that?