[Oh, that clarification came out rather quickly, before he could shut himself up. His eyes lock themselves on that jar of ink on the table, a suitable place to put his gaze so it isn't on Chris as he finishes that half-statement. It's already out, so he might as well.]
[He'd figured they were friends because Carlisle seems bothered by whoever it is not remembering him, but maybe there were... Something else? Something more complicated? Who knows.]
[He continues to pick at that bandage as he tries to swallow down his nerves. They weren't friends -- weren't exactly just acquaintances either, certainly not him and Rey. Maybe they hadn't been full-blown enemies. So just what were they?
No real point in asking now, is there? It's not as though they'll suddenly wake up one day and know who he is, he reminds himself.]
So, er.
[Another moment of uncomfortable silence as he grasps for another topic. Self-degradation is one he knows well.]
Sorry, lad. I'm not a very good conversationalist sometimes, I'm afraid. I'm used to people, um. Confessing and such. I listen, they talk.
I uh... I'll be honest here, I know like, nothing about churches and religion and all that.
[He didn't believe in any of it at all until the whole wendigo thing, which... Confirms that supernatural beings--or at least these specific monsters--exist, but as far as Chris is concerned isn't much inspiration to believe in anything else. Kind of the opposite, really.
But that's just his world, and he knows things work differently in others; not to mention just the general idea of someone being around to listen to others is a nice thing. So he's not judging, he just... Doesn't know anything about the whole subject, really.]
But... Yeah, I can imagine the appeal of the whole confession thing.
It's quite all right. There are many in my own world who are the same, and I have met all sorts in my, ah. World-hopping. My place is to be there if I am needed, and even if I am not.
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[Oh, that clarification came out rather quickly, before he could shut himself up. His eyes lock themselves on that jar of ink on the table, a suitable place to put his gaze so it isn't on Chris as he finishes that half-statement. It's already out, so he might as well.]
We weren't friends, exactly.
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[Oops.]
S-Sorry.
[He'd figured they were friends because Carlisle seems bothered by whoever it is not remembering him, but maybe there were... Something else? Something more complicated? Who knows.]
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No real point in asking now, is there? It's not as though they'll suddenly wake up one day and know who he is, he reminds himself.]
So, er.
[Another moment of uncomfortable silence as he grasps for another topic. Self-degradation is one he knows well.]
Sorry, lad. I'm not a very good conversationalist sometimes, I'm afraid. I'm used to people, um. Confessing and such. I listen, they talk.
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No, it's uh... It's cool. You uh... You mean confessing like, the whole priest thing?
[He's pretty sure Carlisle said he was a cleric, or something of the sort, but about all the familiarity Chris has with clerics comes from D&D.]
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That's right. I run the church in my home town. Am the only one running it really, so there's never a lack of people who need a listening ear.
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[He didn't believe in any of it at all until the whole wendigo thing, which... Confirms that supernatural beings--or at least these specific monsters--exist, but as far as Chris is concerned isn't much inspiration to believe in anything else. Kind of the opposite, really.
But that's just his world, and he knows things work differently in others; not to mention just the general idea of someone being around to listen to others is a nice thing. So he's not judging, he just... Doesn't know anything about the whole subject, really.]
But... Yeah, I can imagine the appeal of the whole confession thing.
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It's quite all right. There are many in my own world who are the same, and I have met all sorts in my, ah. World-hopping. My place is to be there if I am needed, and even if I am not.
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I think uh... I think a lot of people will appreciate it, even if they might not like, admit it.