[The honest display of gratitude is what pulls him out of his trance, more than anything else. Snow isn't used to being thanked, especially for something as small as this. At least, he thinks it's something small. Talking someone down from a potentially dangerous situation isn't exactly heroic in his book. It's what any normal person would've done in that situation. Isn't it?
Snow offers Baralai a sad smile. He wants to tell him -- really, he does. He's wanted to talk about it for a while now, but every time he tries, he just... can't. Whenever he tries, it's like the part of his brain that connects his thoughts to his voice doesn't work anymore, and he can't utter a single word about it.
Instead, he merely places his hand on his shoulder, as a friendly (and possibly even comforting) gesture.]
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Snow offers Baralai a sad smile. He wants to tell him -- really, he does. He's wanted to talk about it for a while now, but every time he tries, he just... can't. Whenever he tries, it's like the part of his brain that connects his thoughts to his voice doesn't work anymore, and he can't utter a single word about it.
Instead, he merely places his hand on his shoulder, as a friendly (and possibly even comforting) gesture.]
Maybe one day, buddy. Maybe one day.