[ Again, a delay as Ozpin regards the text and tries to parse out all that is unsaid in it. Safer if we all stick together. Ozpin has not been welcome as part of we since that day in the snow. The invitation to Clover Lane had been one made of a Huntsman's practicality, a very tenuous olive branch. This could be read the same way, and yet.
The idea that Qrow wants him back, even after that moment on the streets— bloodstained brick at their backs, Qrow's hand in his, Ozpin soothing him softly— well. Perhaps there were two ways the aftermath could have gone: Qrow would draw further away, or...
Or this. Perhaps it's strengthened something. Perhaps it was a show enough of good faith to matter.
Eventually: ]
I will return this evening.
[ Not that evening is a terribly stable concept at present. But, well. He'll be back soon enough. He'd not been planning to stay away for the remainder of the month— not unless Qrow truly reacted poorly to the show of affection. And it seems he hasn't.
He is too tired, already, to deal comfortably with this much heightened emotion. It wears on him more heavily than the fights against Grimm. ]
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The idea that Qrow wants him back, even after that moment on the streets— bloodstained brick at their backs, Qrow's hand in his, Ozpin soothing him softly— well. Perhaps there were two ways the aftermath could have gone: Qrow would draw further away, or...
Or this. Perhaps it's strengthened something. Perhaps it was a show enough of good faith to matter.
Eventually: ]
I will return this evening.
[ Not that evening is a terribly stable concept at present. But, well. He'll be back soon enough. He'd not been planning to stay away for the remainder of the month— not unless Qrow truly reacted poorly to the show of affection. And it seems he hasn't.
He is too tired, already, to deal comfortably with this much heightened emotion. It wears on him more heavily than the fights against Grimm. ]