[ A sense of curiosity has always followed Cassian - even in his best attempts to nip it in the bud in the instances where it would get him into trouble. But learning about other people, other species, has never been something he's been able to stop. Because it was in that understanding that he connected with them and recruited them to the cause.
He's not blind to his own prejudices and suspicions of abilities he's never encountered before. So it stands to reason that the shame he'd been holding at an arms length begins to make itself known, creeping across the back of his neck. The understanding and comfort being shown to him feels misplaced in this moment for multiple reasons, but it is mostly the realization that he's in the wrong.
Very quickly he comes to the same truth that Adrian feels about his magic: that it is a part of him, whether he or anyone else likes it or not.
It isn't readily apparent however whether the sharpness in his voice is directed at him. If it is, it's deserving. And it is yet another reminder that he is not an island here. That if he wants to go home - if any of them do - relying on others is perhaps the only way they'll do it. Surprise flickers briefly across his face at the light touch against his wrist. He stares at it before meeting Adrian's black and gold eyes, nodding in quiet agreement that he will do his best next time. There's something much more important than that however that he knows he needs to say. ]
[ Surprise colours Adrian's expression. He'd had no expectation of an apology, even despite the circumstances. Most people have quite the opposite reaction when it comes to learning anything at all about his magic; he's well accustomed to it. He even understands it. This — not so much.
He offers Cassian a smile in return. ]
Always. Whenever you have need of me. [ He squeezes the man's wrist gently before letting go. ] Now, about the antibiotics...
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He's not blind to his own prejudices and suspicions of abilities he's never encountered before. So it stands to reason that the shame he'd been holding at an arms length begins to make itself known, creeping across the back of his neck. The understanding and comfort being shown to him feels misplaced in this moment for multiple reasons, but it is mostly the realization that he's in the wrong.
Very quickly he comes to the same truth that Adrian feels about his magic: that it is a part of him, whether he or anyone else likes it or not.
It isn't readily apparent however whether the sharpness in his voice is directed at him. If it is, it's deserving. And it is yet another reminder that he is not an island here. That if he wants to go home - if any of them do - relying on others is perhaps the only way they'll do it. Surprise flickers briefly across his face at the light touch against his wrist. He stares at it before meeting Adrian's black and gold eyes, nodding in quiet agreement that he will do his best next time. There's something much more important than that however that he knows he needs to say. ]
I'm sorry I judged you. Thank you for helping me.
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He offers Cassian a smile in return. ]
Always. Whenever you have need of me. [ He squeezes the man's wrist gently before letting go. ] Now, about the antibiotics...