Jude couldn’t say why it was far easier to trust Kieran with his life than it was when it came to tiny inconsequential things, but apparently he held onto his qualms a little longer in situations like the latter. Until Kieran pulled that face - ridiculous, plaintive, eyelash-batting as it was - and Jude couldn’t take it any more; he rolled his eyes, gave a long-suffering huff, and strung the rose garland around his neck.
He didn’t feel any different for it, at least, so it probably wasn’t charmed. Not that it mattered whether it was charmed or not, because - well, Kieran was Kieran, and he didn’t even have to be trying, and at this point, if there was something like a saturation point to it, Jude wasn’t sure he had space left in him for sentiment towards anyone else.
As casually as he could, he put out his hands, palms upward, to say happy? Though now he felt more at a loose end, unsure whether they were staying or going or if Kieran was just going to survey his good work and then strand him here.
“I don’t have anything for you,” Jude remarked, half-apologetic, half-defensive.
He didn’t feel any different for it, at least, so it probably wasn’t charmed. Not that it mattered whether it was charmed or not, because - well, Kieran was Kieran, and he didn’t even have to be trying, and at this point, if there was something like a saturation point to it, Jude wasn’t sure he had space left in him for sentiment towards anyone else.
As casually as he could, he put out his hands, palms upward, to say happy? Though now he felt more at a loose end, unsure whether they were staying or going or if Kieran was just going to survey his good work and then strand him here.
“I don’t have anything for you,” Jude remarked, half-apologetic, half-defensive.
