He felt wary. Michal didn't understand how... he and Psyke, for many years, had had a very straightforward relationship; that of dislike and snark. So for them to be talking so openly now, for her to offer such a simple olive branch of support made him question... it made him question a lot of things. It made him want to rethink what things meant, what his relationships were with people in the outside world, made him think that perhaps he really had no idea about anything, even more-so with this glaringly obvious necessary stint of his. Was it possible that they had wasted so many years simply not stopping for a second to actually listen to each other?
Perturbed by this realization, Michal fidgeted in his seat. He suddenly did not want to be sitting here any longer, talking to Psyke any longer for her words made him feel like he couldn't trust any of his instincts, even the ones long before this break of his. It made him feel uncomfortable, and like he was on the cusp of unraveling.
"I, um---" Michal fumbled, his brow furrowing as he tried to think. "Thanks," he managed, and eventually exhaled a great sigh. Wishing he had something to cover his eyes with (or his face), Michal docked his head down and rubbed his face with his hands. He felt it heat up again, and Psyke's polite silence made him feel even more uncomfortable.
"Sorry. Guess I'm just not--" he began, but quickly cut himself off. Letting out an annoyed huff, he dropped his hands. He didn't know what to say to her. Michal wasn't sure if he would ever be ready to confide in Psyke for anything, but thought the gesture, it was... it was nice of her.
"This is weird," he decided, pulling his lips back and nodding along slightly.
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