“ I don’t know Danchou, do you think it’s one sided? Should I stop trying? ” Pain paints itself a picture on a rather doubtful expression, eyes long since dried from tears once shed. He looks tired, exhausted, like he’s been up for nights worrying, mind relentless as it continues to berate him with the most wild and exaggerated thoughts.
The reply is immediate, and the only thing Gran's sure of. Because Gran's on foreign ground; love, trying for love, imaging a future together — the things they never considered. But hurt they understand, and loneliness, and endless pain in your chest. All so different, but it's something when seeing him like this (because that hurts too).
Wanting to see someone's happy ending is a normal thing, right? And Gran disliked giving up. So, really, there was no other reply they could've given.
” Don't stop until it's clear — y'both kinda dumb, you might be missing things “, maybe they should mention it to Lancelot sometime, or Percival or Siegfried for that matter. Keeping his words to themself, not even relaying anything to Lyria and Vyrn, had been what Gran considered the kind thing up until now. Were they past that point now? Not wanting to damage the trust but not wanting to see him in any more pain. Surely there was a way for them to be subtle about it without letting it slip they knew more, the bond between the two should be obvious to everyone (and still, what was the difference between best friends and romance?).
A second and a determined frown.
” Y'know “, let's hope for the best, Gran could tell there was something going on. ” Vane was asking for you the other day, he looked pretty excited to show you something Arthur and the others had made. He thinks of you. “