"Twice," Howl correctly haughtily, a bit ruffled to have his analysis called into question. Mostly because Daniel (Ryuuzaki?) was right. One or two conversations could hardly reveal a person's sanity or lack thereof. How long had it taken him to realize what the Witch of the Waste was like, after all? Certainly more than a couple of chats.
Howl had come to assume certain things out of the man sitting across from him, and that was probably a poor idea. Some things were the same, such as his self-proclaimed disinterest in friendship. It seemed to fit, and perhaps Howl had taken comfort in that attitude. The company of someone who did not dislike him but held no intentions of getting any closer was a very low-stress sort of arrangement that he could appreciate. Now that his expectations (even if they were the less important ones) were being shaken up, he was allowing himself to become flustered.
"What do you mean, you were not yourself?" he questioned, softening despite himself. It was something just shy of sympathy, but there was interest and investment in the question and what answers it might provoke.
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Howl had come to assume certain things out of the man sitting across from him, and that was probably a poor idea. Some things were the same, such as his self-proclaimed disinterest in friendship. It seemed to fit, and perhaps Howl had taken comfort in that attitude. The company of someone who did not dislike him but held no intentions of getting any closer was a very low-stress sort of arrangement that he could appreciate. Now that his expectations (even if they were the less important ones) were being shaken up, he was allowing himself to become flustered.
"What do you mean, you were not yourself?" he questioned, softening despite himself. It was something just shy of sympathy, but there was interest and investment in the question and what answers it might provoke.