closed starter for @witchertorsten note: PROGRESS DAY PROGRESS DAY
It had felt like forever since the two of them had spent time together. Honestly, the last time they had spoken, things hadn't been left on a good note. Njal could never blame Torsten for the way he felt and...well, he wished he could give a compliment without feeling like it was pulling teeth. But the truth of the matter was that he was always proud of the man he called his best friend, his brother. He wanted the Kingsguard to get everything he wanted in the world. Now that he had gotten some form of what he wanted, he wished to help Torsten do the same. It was possible in this time. It had to be.
When he finally saw Torsten, he grabbed the other's hand and pulled him into an alcove where they could have some sort of privacy amongst the crowds. "Don't say anything. Just let me fucking speak first, okay?" He took a breath and then continued. "I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for not seeming like I care or that what you've been doing is insignificant. I'm sorry that I brushed off something that was so important to you because I was...jealous. I don't want us to fall apart. I want to help you in any way I can to get your revenge on the bitch that took your arm. If there's any witcher that deserves a title, it's you." A hint of a smile reached his face. "And when you become a Blademaster, I'll be the first, or second, person there to cheer you on." A hand ran across the back of his neck. "It's been a long year. Sorry if I seem a bit different."