[Kyna sighs dramatically. Translation: She doesn't want to, and... It's really not because of Ian. She thinks he's being a dick, sure, but she's done this exact same thing to people. It usually takes her longer to get there, but she's not sure how to confront that about herself yet, as aware of it as she is.
[He wishes he could just fix the problem for her, but unfortunately life doesn't work that way. So he's just glad that talking seems to have helped a little, and gives a faint smile at her thanks.]
[He isn't expecting the question, although he probably should've been, and so offers lamely--]
I don't really have anything to complain about.
[Which sounds fake even to himself as he says it, oops. But the things he has to bitch about are not things he necessarily wants to get into, and so he's torn between wanting to offer something to make things 'fair' after Kyna confided in him, and not wanting to say anything at all.
And then something super basic and unimportant comes to mind, and he latches onto that.]
Except that it was somehow easier to get coffee in a wasteland run by aliens than it is here.
[He shrugs again, crossing his arms. With the specific qualifier of 'annoying' he can answer honestly--]
Not really, I mean... I'm sure something will annoy me once I get more used to being here, but like, all the little annoying sorts of things are so much better than in Hadriel that I'm not even noticing them.
[Both in saying it and thinking it; he dislikes a particular eight members of an emotion-eating species, not all aliens, and it's important not to get into that mindset.
Though, going the other way--]
You know, in Hadriel there were people who actually liked the gods and supported what they were doing.
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So, she's going to focus on Lance instead.]
Thanks. You know, for listening.
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Of course. Any time you want to talk.
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I knew you'd be an awesome roommate. And you haven't murdered anyone yet, even.
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Thanks, I think. Not murdering is a really low bar.
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[She reaches out to give his arm a little poke.]
Your turn. What do you want to bitch about?
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I don't really have anything to complain about.
[Which sounds fake even to himself as he says it, oops. But the things he has to bitch about are not things he necessarily wants to get into, and so he's torn between wanting to offer something to make things 'fair' after Kyna confided in him, and not wanting to say anything at all.
And then something super basic and unimportant comes to mind, and he latches onto that.]
Except that it was somehow easier to get coffee in a wasteland run by aliens than it is here.
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Not really, I mean... I'm sure something will annoy me once I get more used to being here, but like, all the little annoying sorts of things are so much better than in Hadriel that I'm not even noticing them.
[General living here is a major step up.]
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[She says, teasingly.]
No aliens are definitely a step up.
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[Although he feels like he should clarify--]
No alien overlords, I mean. Alien citizens are fine.
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[Is that a word? It is now.]
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[Both in saying it and thinking it; he dislikes a particular eight members of an emotion-eating species, not all aliens, and it's important not to get into that mindset.
Though, going the other way--]
You know, in Hadriel there were people who actually liked the gods and supported what they were doing.