[center]“”That explains it and I remember ‘waking up’? I guess at one point I felt heavy and couldn't remember past when we went to find the Mage…” Ryanair remained silent and listened instead, he didn't move until arms wrapped around him. The blonde jerked and stilled completely when long black strands of hair obscured his vision, the familiar scent of pine and sea-water that belonged to Kieran filling his nose. 

[i]I have to move on but… [/i] Thankfully Kieran released him and leaned back until he was seated on the floor, whether he could move or not was debatable. The blonde didn't raise his head and after a bit he'd relaxed slightly, when Kieran sighed the blonde tensed once more. 

“I owe you an apology parvulus, I didn't...I wasn't myself.” Kieran began, his voice soft and sincere. The blonde opened his eyes and peered at the man from above his folded knees, the crystal was still in his hand and he was looking down. “I also owe you an apology as well Clara, I haven't been the best since we talked and I'm sorry for that.” Ryanair blinked in half surprise and half to keep his eyes open, he really felt tired now but with the male's admittance he felt tension fill the air. 

How would she take it? 

Lash out of snarl like she'd been doing? 

He wondered briefly if he could just sleep here as he was, Ryanair didn't think he had the strength to move. His chest warming at the soft nickname the man had begun calling him after his transformation, he didn't relax but it did fill his chest with warmth instead of numbness. [/center]

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