[For several uncomfortable moments, Cu stares at the boat instruments, keeping an eye out for nothing, trying to piece together how to handle this without stomping on Diarmuid's pride. This sort of delicacy is beyond him, but it also seems necessary, and he sort of hates that.

Shit was easier before he knew about everything that happened, when they were both pretending they were just old friends who hadn't seen each other in a while. But it hadn't occurred to him to miss that sort of bliss in ignorance until he was faced with the possibility of seeing Diarmuid resign himself -- if it weren't for that, he's certain he'd be okay keeping on like this, fighting as hard as he could.]

...hey. Don't just give up on me, got it?