[Oh, Envy can relate to this. He can relate to this a lot more than he'd like to, and the more she talks the tighter his fists clench and the more his teeth grind and eyes narrow.]
[Maybe it's hypocritical of him considering how this conversation began, but he'd throw Dahlia off a cliff in chains if he ever got half a chance. He'd do worse.]
[He rocks forward slightly, one arm moving as though he was going to lift it, maybe to hug her or put it on her shoulder, but he hesitates and holds back before it gets anywhere.]
Our mothers would get along great, wouldn't they?
[Jokes always come easiest when he doesn't know what to say, but his voice is strained with a mix of anger and sympathy and struck nerves, and the tiny laugh coloring it doesn't sound humored at all.]
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[Maybe it's hypocritical of him considering how this conversation began, but he'd throw Dahlia off a cliff in chains if he ever got half a chance. He'd do worse.]
[He rocks forward slightly, one arm moving as though he was going to lift it, maybe to hug her or put it on her shoulder, but he hesitates and holds back before it gets anywhere.]
Our mothers would get along great, wouldn't they?
[Jokes always come easiest when he doesn't know what to say, but his voice is strained with a mix of anger and sympathy and struck nerves, and the tiny laugh coloring it doesn't sound humored at all.]
...sorry.