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[Some moods, after all, are inescapable. Goodness knows they keep yo-yoing back into this one. And that's the problem. Like with so many of the circumstances she faces here, she is simply at a loss for what to do, for which paths to walk and which to avoid. Thus, she clarifies.]
We should chose one or the other and stick with it until it's run its course.
[Another valid point. Cornelia might not have been admonishing, but perhaps Jeremiah had been of himself. Being honest with her on this level is still hard. Sharing his woes evidently isn't so difficult, but allowing himself forgiveness for it takes a more concentrated effort than he'd thought.
So he looks to her briefly, then to the road ahead.]
Which, I'm not sure I can say. I'd been hoping the initial change of scenery would help, but perhaps we won't know until we arrive.
[Bars can often be good mood-changers... and sometimes bad ones, too. At least it takes a pinch more misery and a lot more alcohol to turn him into something like a weepy drunk, so the chances might be looking up.]
[Not that they were delaying or stalling or anything of that sort, but would she really be a member of the imperial family if she didn't phrase things with a little extra dramatic flair? No. No she would not. It's genetic.]
[Jeremiah just hums an acknowledgment. It feels like a placeholder for the "Yes, Your Highness" that he can only think to offer otherwise, but he holds it. Frankly, it's already starting to feel out of place. What is appropriate between them feels up in the air these days, but even with the persistent heaviness dragging at them, he really is glad for her company.
The last few blocks pass without much fanfare. Once they reach the bar, Jeremiah steps forward to the door and opens it for her with a gesture, allowing himself at least this much.]
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[Some moods, after all, are inescapable. Goodness knows they keep yo-yoing back into this one. And that's the problem. Like with so many of the circumstances she faces here, she is simply at a loss for what to do, for which paths to walk and which to avoid. Thus, she clarifies.]
We should chose one or the other and stick with it until it's run its course.
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So he looks to her briefly, then to the road ahead.]
Which, I'm not sure I can say. I'd been hoping the initial change of scenery would help, but perhaps we won't know until we arrive.
[Bars can often be good mood-changers... and sometimes bad ones, too. At least it takes a pinch more misery and a lot more alcohol to turn him into something like a weepy drunk, so the chances might be looking up.]
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[Not that they were delaying or stalling or anything of that sort, but would she really be a member of the imperial family if she didn't phrase things with a little extra dramatic flair? No. No she would not. It's genetic.]
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The last few blocks pass without much fanfare. Once they reach the bar, Jeremiah steps forward to the door and opens it for her with a gesture, allowing himself at least this much.]
After you.