[ from Mana to Ivar | hurt comfort prompts ] “ you're stronger than you think. “
There he'd been, sitting and feeling sorry for himself outside while the rest of the world kept moving around him. Once again he had been berated by the higher ups of Spirius Corp for being... well. Him.
Ivar was, to put it simply, nowhere near as strong as some others who'd worked for Spirius Corp. Neither mentally nor physically. Needless to say, he'd been chewed out by the higher ups for just that very thing. He'd begun to wonder why he'd even bothered looking for a position after losing his rank as Milla's handmaid. What was the point if he was just floundering and questioning his own strength?
Well, apparently Mana didn't think the way he did. He looked up at her as soon as he'd heard her. Green eyes blinked, and after a moment tears that were threatening to spill started to betray him. He didn't seem to care too much about hiding them now.
"You... you really think so?" Ivar sniffed a bit as he finished asking. Now, he didn't know Mana all that well. All he really knew was that she was a kind girl based on the brief time they'd spent together. But if she thought he was stronger than he thought, then maybe it was true?
"...I appreciate that," he confessed. "Guess it's pretty obvious I've been feeling down, huh."