[ Ozpin hits send on his gentle praise, and he thinks it might end there. Qrow has never been particularly skilled at taking a compliment. From here they might leave off with some joke about the things Sodder implied, a note of commiseration, an unspoken agreement of what they have now. It is certainly not that schoolboy crush; it is not the commander-and-soldier roles they'd fallen into since.
He thinks of Ruby, and how tentatively, how hopefully, she'd said the word family.
He has not earned the word. It seems unlikely he ever will, or ever could. Ozpin knows his many faults, knows how much suffering is tied to his action or inaction. He is not worthy of most titles he has been given, over the years.
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He thinks of Ruby, and how tentatively, how hopefully, she'd said the word family.
He has not earned the word. It seems unlikely he ever will, or ever could. Ozpin knows his many faults, knows how much suffering is tied to his action or inaction. He is not worthy of most titles he has been given, over the years.
But perhaps he could try to be.
Then the dots reappear: Qrow is still typing. ]