[Cu's been wound too tight for a year now, and he hadn't realized it until now. Now he can feel something slowly coming undone inside of him, unraveling all that sadness and regret that he'd kept pent up inside. He'd been tense and venting it all by snapping, but right now, in front of Diarmuid, he feels like he doesn't have the energy to do much but collapse against him.
Of course, it's far too soon for anything like that, so instead he kicks at a pebble on the asphalt, hands shoved into his pockets.]
Arturia said you were going back to Ireland. Guess I wanted to see you again before that...
[A shrug, a nervous one, because suddenly he thinks that maybe Arturia had it wrong, and maybe he's just making things worse by showing up again]
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Of course, it's far too soon for anything like that, so instead he kicks at a pebble on the asphalt, hands shoved into his pockets.]
Arturia said you were going back to Ireland. Guess I wanted to see you again before that...
[A shrug, a nervous one, because suddenly he thinks that maybe Arturia had it wrong, and maybe he's just making things worse by showing up again]