A picnic with his two buddies, sounds good. Farogil's smile is sincere now, his embroidering much more relaxed and mindful.
"Good. Why do you-" Glancing away from his work to Colin's face lets him notice the cheekiness of his smile. Faro gives a bashful chuckle, "Oh, I, take it he told you we're..."
A shrug. They're not specifically anything just yet.
"You're interested," Colin finishes playfully. "Yes. And I think you both deserve to be happy. And you're both my friends, so I just...wanted to ask. What are you thinking?"
It's a gentle question, with no hint of accusation to it.
Faro's a little wide-eyed and red-cheeked at that. He's never been even close to having this sort of conversation before, and if Colin hadn't said it so gently, he'd probably be picking up annoyance from him instead of just discomfort.
"I think... that I don't know what I'm ready for, or when I'll be ready. But I'm figuring that out. I've told him as much."
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"Good. Why do you-" Glancing away from his work to Colin's face lets him notice the cheekiness of his smile. Faro gives a bashful chuckle, "Oh, I, take it he told you we're..."
A shrug. They're not specifically anything just yet.
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It's a gentle question, with no hint of accusation to it.
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"I think... that I don't know what I'm ready for, or when I'll be ready. But I'm figuring that out. I've told him as much."
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