[From Ford. That much, at least, is not a surprise to Qrow, having learned it from Oscar when his thoughts misfired into the group chat, and he now has some of the context for just why that situation is so complicated. Maybe that is why he looks so troubled--maybe he's feeling the effects of the vampirism again, and hesitating to ask for help. The part of him that can relate to avoiding emotional discomfort like the plague considers offering right then; it is not as though he has any objection to the notion, or would have ever declined if he had been asked--and he thinks maybe Ozpin might even accept, might see it as a way to put his mind at ease and send him on his way and avoid uncovering any further wounds.
(Truthfully, he wouldn't be entirely wrong; the part of Qrow that craves to be needed would be pacified to some extent knowing he could help Oz in some concrete way)
But maybe he wouldn't, and he would smile in that specific way that Qrow used to find so comforting when he was younger, the one that he now realizes doesn't reach his eyes. Maybe he would just tell him it is kind of him to offer, but he will be alright, and the conversation will stall there unless Qrow pushes further, demands more, and that would likely only make them both leave miserable.]
...Yeah, I heard.
[It comes out on the edge of a sigh, not quite voiced. Qrow sets the mug down, staring into his reflection in it for a long moment, considering. This, even now, is closer in than he's ever been allowed. Than he's ever even tried to reach, as a man who too prefers to keep his privacy and protect his vulnerabilities. If he tests the waters further, he is liable to drown in them.
He takes the dive anyway.]
But things are complicated with him, and the town's been making it worse, right?
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(Truthfully, he wouldn't be entirely wrong; the part of Qrow that craves to be needed would be pacified to some extent knowing he could help Oz in some concrete way)
But maybe he wouldn't, and he would smile in that specific way that Qrow used to find so comforting when he was younger, the one that he now realizes doesn't reach his eyes. Maybe he would just tell him it is kind of him to offer, but he will be alright, and the conversation will stall there unless Qrow pushes further, demands more, and that would likely only make them both leave miserable.]
...Yeah, I heard.
[It comes out on the edge of a sigh, not quite voiced. Qrow sets the mug down, staring into his reflection in it for a long moment, considering. This, even now, is closer in than he's ever been allowed. Than he's ever even tried to reach, as a man who too prefers to keep his privacy and protect his vulnerabilities. If he tests the waters further, he is liable to drown in them.
He takes the dive anyway.]
But things are complicated with him, and the town's been making it worse, right?