[There's a lot more to his memories than just that, but Ardyn is not going to spend time talking about it now, especially with Fynn trying to get a cup of coffee at, what? 8 pm?]
No, you don't.
[Ardyn doesn't get up, but reaches out to grasp tightly at Fynn's wrist. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. Surely.]
At least... not coffee. Lie down on the couch in the living room and I'll make you tea. [His mind, forever searching for what others might view as a fair compromise (even if it's just really him being shrewd when he feels it's necessary), churns for his next words.] I can tell you more about these memories of mine as I prepare it. Then you can decide if they sound like the ramblings of a madman.
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No, you don't.
[Ardyn doesn't get up, but reaches out to grasp tightly at Fynn's wrist. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. Surely.]
At least... not coffee. Lie down on the couch in the living room and I'll make you tea. [His mind, forever searching for what others might view as a fair compromise (even if it's just really him being shrewd when he feels it's necessary), churns for his next words.] I can tell you more about these memories of mine as I prepare it. Then you can decide if they sound like the ramblings of a madman.