[ Strangely enough, he does place stock in his word; he has no reason not to. Vrenille hasn't outright lied to him, though maybe withheld the truth a bit longer than he would have liked, but he can't fault him for that. Jericho was in no condition to hear it last night, and this morning had taken an unexpected turn. He's trying to make it right, and Jericho can't ignore his words when they're so painfully earnest. ]
Okay. I believe you. [ Getting home is no longer at the forefront of his mind, instead plagued with gruesome thoughts of the full moon. He looks at Vrenille, his expression troubled and weary, and he knows he needs to talk about what's coming, but he's never made it a habit to discuss the gory details of his life, and he doesn't even know where to begin. He takes a breath and sits on the steps, knuckling his eyes. ] I can't stay here with you. It's too dangerous. I don't have control of myself on the full moon and I wouldn't want to hurt you or Kyinnlen or the giant. [ The missing name is intentional. ] I won't have that kind of blood on my hands.
[ He turns to look at him, and for a moment he just looks stressed, like he could use several more hours of rest and another cup of tea. Not angry. There's a small part of him that wants to look to Vrenille for the answer here, but he barely knows what the question is, and on top of that, seeking comfort from another person is a nearly forgotten concept. Instead he looks away, flexing his fingers gently and feeling the pull in his shoulder. ] How did you end up finding your way back?
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Okay. I believe you. [ Getting home is no longer at the forefront of his mind, instead plagued with gruesome thoughts of the full moon. He looks at Vrenille, his expression troubled and weary, and he knows he needs to talk about what's coming, but he's never made it a habit to discuss the gory details of his life, and he doesn't even know where to begin. He takes a breath and sits on the steps, knuckling his eyes. ] I can't stay here with you. It's too dangerous. I don't have control of myself on the full moon and I wouldn't want to hurt you or Kyinnlen or the giant. [ The missing name is intentional. ] I won't have that kind of blood on my hands.
[ He turns to look at him, and for a moment he just looks stressed, like he could use several more hours of rest and another cup of tea. Not angry. There's a small part of him that wants to look to Vrenille for the answer here, but he barely knows what the question is, and on top of that, seeking comfort from another person is a nearly forgotten concept. Instead he looks away, flexing his fingers gently and feeling the pull in his shoulder. ] How did you end up finding your way back?