Joshua lets himself be pulled along as Clive wraps an arm around his shoulder and leads him back into the room, his smile wide.
"True. I have long since grown accustomed to traveling across Storm that remaining in one place would indeed feel... different. But... there is much and more that I have missed about it." Because there's a difference in wanting to travel, wanting to research and discover things as a scholar, and in feeling as though he has to. A desperate and hurried need to keep moving because what time he has left is running short, and he has to make the most of every second. Lest he fail in protecting the future their father, Cid, and Clive all strived for... lest he fail in protecting Clive.
"And as we've been eighteen years apart, there are very few qualms I would have at staying by your side. Should my shield attend me on my duties as well." He adds with a quirked smile as they separate.
As he moves to take his seat where Clive gestured, light blue eyes flicker over to watch him remove his gear, till he's naught but simply... Clive. Sore shoulders rolling without their weight and Joshua feels himself gladdened at the sight. Joshua rarely gets to see Clive relax, especially in these final days before they leave for Origin, when there's only too much to do, to prepare for. Wishing he could give him more time like this.
He takes his seat, and as Clive moves to sit across from him, he blinks when he feels Clive press his ankle to his, his heart alight in his chest again. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of whether he'd meant to do it, but when Clive doesn't move away, neither does Joshua, feeling the same sort of comfort as he'd felt out on the balcony as he leaned on his shoulder. Wanting this closeness.
So he turns his attention to the missives, taking one to begin reading. "Lest you find you are able to focus on your work as you drink, Brother." Joshua offers with another small chuckle in his voice and a small smirk. Joshua's never been much of a drinker, truth be told, he never had the mind to when there was so much else on his mind. Though he would have the rare glass of wine as he poured himself over his research which would be no different for him.
"A trap? Is... there aught he's done to make you believe it would?" Joshua knows he's the Hideaway's blacksmith, but he's only ever seen him working seriously and diligently in the forge, but never spoken to him.
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"True. I have long since grown accustomed to traveling across Storm that remaining in one place would indeed feel... different. But... there is much and more that I have missed about it." Because there's a difference in wanting to travel, wanting to research and discover things as a scholar, and in feeling as though he has to. A desperate and hurried need to keep moving because what time he has left is running short, and he has to make the most of every second. Lest he fail in protecting the future their father, Cid, and Clive all strived for... lest he fail in protecting Clive.
"And as we've been eighteen years apart, there are very few qualms I would have at staying by your side. Should my shield attend me on my duties as well." He adds with a quirked smile as they separate.
As he moves to take his seat where Clive gestured, light blue eyes flicker over to watch him remove his gear, till he's naught but simply... Clive. Sore shoulders rolling without their weight and Joshua feels himself gladdened at the sight. Joshua rarely gets to see Clive relax, especially in these final days before they leave for Origin, when there's only too much to do, to prepare for. Wishing he could give him more time like this.
He takes his seat, and as Clive moves to sit across from him, he blinks when he feels Clive press his ankle to his, his heart alight in his chest again. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of whether he'd meant to do it, but when Clive doesn't move away, neither does Joshua, feeling the same sort of comfort as he'd felt out on the balcony as he leaned on his shoulder. Wanting this closeness.
So he turns his attention to the missives, taking one to begin reading. "Lest you find you are able to focus on your work as you drink, Brother." Joshua offers with another small chuckle in his voice and a small smirk. Joshua's never been much of a drinker, truth be told, he never had the mind to when there was so much else on his mind. Though he would have the rare glass of wine as he poured himself over his research which would be no different for him.
"A trap? Is... there aught he's done to make you believe it would?" Joshua knows he's the Hideaway's blacksmith, but he's only ever seen him working seriously and diligently in the forge, but never spoken to him.