The Morbid Socialite smiled, something genuine and warm. "You could never be overbearing. If anything, I believe human company must be a better distraction than that which is work related. Your heart is overflowing with kindness, a wonderful quality to have. Your desire to help is noble and honorable."
They did sigh as the words of comfort settled in, remembering those exact sentiments repeated day after day, week after week, every bleeding heart believing they're the first to tell an openly mourning man to feel things. It was all sweet, all nice, but they fell on deaf ears, the Morbid Socialite completely unable to feel their emotions in full with their plans in place. Denial and denial and denial, one must imagine Sisyphus sick with devotion, aching with conviction. There was nothing that could convince a man so lost to his own motivations, hidden as they may be.
Regardless, the Socialite gave a soft laugh. "While I will thank you, I have carried these emotions with me for years. One day of putting them aside for education will be loathe to kill me."
Re: Before Class
They did sigh as the words of comfort settled in, remembering those exact sentiments repeated day after day, week after week, every bleeding heart believing they're the first to tell an openly mourning man to feel things. It was all sweet, all nice, but they fell on deaf ears, the Morbid Socialite completely unable to feel their emotions in full with their plans in place. Denial and denial and denial, one must imagine Sisyphus sick with devotion, aching with conviction. There was nothing that could convince a man so lost to his own motivations, hidden as they may be.
Regardless, the Socialite gave a soft laugh. "While I will thank you, I have carried these emotions with me for years. One day of putting them aside for education will be loathe to kill me."