[It's a really understandable fear; there's a reason summer romances are such a trope, in that they're brief and intense in a place away from the normal patterns of the year, but then fall apart immediately once those patterns resume. Not that he necessarily thinks that's the case here or anything, but he can very much understand the concern.]
But if this relationship is important to you both, you'll make it'll work out.
[He grins a little, letting her elbow him without protest, though he soon refocuses on glancing around their surroundings again; they're getting close to spire two, which means that if the fighting has moved at all they could be at risk and so should be paying attention.
His response is still a little teasing, but it's probably also obvious he means it encouragingly.]
Wow, what a lack of faith. You're going to have to move pretty fast if you want to be right about that.
[She lets out a long-suffering sigh at that. Let her compliment you, Lance!]
Okay, fine. You're really funny and sweet and you're probably like, half of the glue holding us assholes together and keeping us from rioting or something.
[Omg no stop with the compliments; he blushes a little at that, thankful that there's only dim lighting in the stairwell and he's leading.]
Thank you.
[He's not totally convinced those things are true, but he's convinced Kyna means them and that's what's most flattering. Conveniently, though, they reach his apartment after a few seconds of silence, and he steps up to the door to unlock it.]
[He smiles again, the gesture of affection providing a calming, reassuring effect that he hadn't quite realized he needed; consciously he's relatively calm at the moment, despite everything going on, but subconsciously he's still tense.
But that just kind of makes Kyna putting what she said as 'freaking out' even more ridiculous than it would've been already, and he shakes his head as he opens the door to let Kyna go in first.]
You're welcome, any time. But I wouldn't exactly call it freaking out; that was a pretty calm expression of concerns.
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Yeah. Kind of. He said he wouldn't want to forget, but... You know. Once he gets home...
[That could change, she thinks.]
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[It's a really understandable fear; there's a reason summer romances are such a trope, in that they're brief and intense in a place away from the normal patterns of the year, but then fall apart immediately once those patterns resume. Not that he necessarily thinks that's the case here or anything, but he can very much understand the concern.]
But if this relationship is important to you both, you'll make it'll work out.
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Plus, I don't know how long it'll take to learn how to plane shift or get back to him.
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[He's half joking in referring to their previous conversation, but half serious.]
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There's no way you'll learn it first.
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His response is still a little teasing, but it's probably also obvious he means it encouragingly.]
Wow, what a lack of faith. You're going to have to move pretty fast if you want to be right about that.
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[But his teasing is having the right effect, because she links her arm with his and lets their shoulders bump together.]
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It kind of depends on the subject. I'm not used to someone being better than me at something I'm good at, no.
[But lots of people are better than him at subject he's not great at, like math. He got a B once; it was tragic.]
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[This is an important question.]
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It's easier to list what I am good at, but I appreciate the sentiment.
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[She actually sounds vaguely offended.]
Bullshit. You're good at a ton of stuff.
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[Everything else goes into the average or not good categories, as far as he's concerned, because he's ridiculously perfectionistic.]
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[And he's suddenly getting the sense she's taking this more seriously than he expected.]
I'm kind of rolling other social skills into psychology and there are plenty of other things I'm passable at, but those are my main skills.
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[But he smiles again a little, leading the way into the spire and starting up the steps.]
But that had a lot more to do with circumstances than anything else; academic success is not always a great indicator of intelligence or skill.
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Okay, fine. You're really funny and sweet and you're probably like, half of the glue holding us assholes together and keeping us from rioting or something.
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Thank you.
[He's not totally convinced those things are true, but he's convinced Kyna means them and that's what's most flattering. Conveniently, though, they reach his apartment after a few seconds of silence, and he steps up to the door to unlock it.]
Sandy will be happy to see you.
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[Kyna squeezes his arm in a half hug and rests her head on his shoulder for a second before she pulls away.]
Thanks. You know, for letting me freak out at you.
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But that just kind of makes Kyna putting what she said as 'freaking out' even more ridiculous than it would've been already, and he shakes his head as he opens the door to let Kyna go in first.]
You're welcome, any time. But I wouldn't exactly call it freaking out; that was a pretty calm expression of concerns.