Gremio had been trying to build his resolve for this since they’d finished breakfast. Though his instincts had told him that approaching the braided man was a bad idea, the axeman could find no rational reason for why. He knew that there was something about him that genuinely frightened him, something that stole his breath and chilled his blood. And yet, for the life of him, Gremio couldn’t remember where he’d seen him before—if he even had at all.
The fact remained though that if anyone in this place could answer his questions, it would probably be him. So far, he was the only person Gremio had seen so far who was definitely from the same world as him. There were no guarantees that the man knew anything more than he did, but there was always that chance. If he remembered anything about how he got here, knew of anyone else here from their world, then it was worth it for Gremio to swallow his reservations and talk to him. As much as he hated to admit it… it was his best bet at finding out what had happened to Tir after Soniere. If he’d been brought here along with him. If he’d stayed behind in their world. If he was even still alive.
He’d tried to work up the courage to approach him in the showers, but Gremio just… hadn’t had the will to go through with it. It’d been uncomfortable enough being naked around a number of other men (he couldn’t help it; he’d always been more than a little prudish), and so he hadn’t really felt like adding approaching a man who, quite frankly, scared the living hell out of him for information to the already-mounting stress.
… Not that he felt that much more comfortable talking to him now that he was fully clothed. Still, he supposed he needed to go through with this at some point, didn’t he?
Gremio approached the braided man’s table carefully, taking a breath to calm his nerves. He knew how to hold back his emotions—months and months of having to sneak around and often lie on the spot to protect Tir’s identity in the middle of a mission had strengthened his proverbial poker face like nothing else. But even then, it was still so hard to hide it when he was honestly, truthfully scared.
“Excuse me,” he said, somehow managing to keep his voice from trembling. “May I sit here?”
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The fact remained though that if anyone in this place could answer his questions, it would probably be him. So far, he was the only person Gremio had seen so far who was definitely from the same world as him. There were no guarantees that the man knew anything more than he did, but there was always that chance. If he remembered anything about how he got here, knew of anyone else here from their world, then it was worth it for Gremio to swallow his reservations and talk to him. As much as he hated to admit it… it was his best bet at finding out what had happened to Tir after Soniere. If he’d been brought here along with him. If he’d stayed behind in their world. If he was even still alive.
He’d tried to work up the courage to approach him in the showers, but Gremio just… hadn’t had the will to go through with it. It’d been uncomfortable enough being naked around a number of other men (he couldn’t help it; he’d always been more than a little prudish), and so he hadn’t really felt like adding approaching a man who, quite frankly, scared the living hell out of him for information to the already-mounting stress.
… Not that he felt that much more comfortable talking to him now that he was fully clothed. Still, he supposed he needed to go through with this at some point, didn’t he?
Gremio approached the braided man’s table carefully, taking a breath to calm his nerves. He knew how to hold back his emotions—months and months of having to sneak around and often lie on the spot to protect Tir’s identity in the middle of a mission had strengthened his proverbial poker face like nothing else. But even then, it was still so hard to hide it when he was honestly, truthfully scared.
“Excuse me,” he said, somehow managing to keep his voice from trembling. “May I sit here?”