Oh. [ Well, that contextualizes the conversation some. As weird as it is to remain standing while Peridot fusses with her garden, Lambert elects to drop to his haunches and get closer to eye level, fingers playing with a bit of grass as he frowns. ]
He doesn't get repentant about much. [ Off the top of his head, he can only remember one time he'd ever seen Childermass properly ashamed, and that ... that had been intimate. The memory alone makes him scowl again. Even when they're not speaking, apparently, he's doomed to have Childermass on his mind. ]
I told you already, I would have told you if I'd run into you. [ He thinks he told her that, anyway. The early days of his recover were sort of a blur. Though the last part... the last part makes him laugh. ]
Did you really yell at him, though? Wish I could have seen that. [ In his mind, the amusing mental image is makes is far from the reality, but he isn't aware of that. ] Did he get mad?
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He doesn't get repentant about much. [ Off the top of his head, he can only remember one time he'd ever seen Childermass properly ashamed, and that ... that had been intimate. The memory alone makes him scowl again. Even when they're not speaking, apparently, he's doomed to have Childermass on his mind. ]
I told you already, I would have told you if I'd run into you. [ He thinks he told her that, anyway. The early days of his recover were sort of a blur. Though the last part... the last part makes him laugh. ]
Did you really yell at him, though? Wish I could have seen that. [ In his mind, the amusing mental image is makes is far from the reality, but he isn't aware of that. ] Did he get mad?