[It's still not a straight answer, which tells Qrow he is likely right, honestly--Oz has convinced himself the situation between them is too dire and that reaching out will only make things worse. Qrow lets out a little exhale of his own--Oz may have lowered his walls just enough for him to climb them a little, onto a proper foothold, but he will not be allowed inside. He can already sense the windows shuttering, as it were. He won't get much further than this.
Even if part of him really does want to just lure Ford to the house with the promise of letting him Do Science with his semblance and then fucking off the moment he spots Oz.]
Well...in the meantime, you've got us.
[He smiles a little, picking up his neglected cocoa from the table to sip at again. Good thing he's a garbage disposal and temperature doesn't really matter to him.]
Just...maybe keep us a little more in the loop, yeah?
[It's not the angry, desperate demands of a year and a half previous. Only a request of a friend, who wants to be there. Qrow learned about what happened with Ford in March. He learned that Oz had been assaulted through a network post of stupid rumors and bullshit. He doesn't want to be the last one to know when bad things happen to Ozpin, even if he's still able to take it on faith that Oz will tell him the things he needs to know.]
[ The tension in his shoulders unwinds. Ozpin exhales another slow breath, and he looks to Qrow with the warmth clear again in his eyes. He does not say Thank you in so many words, but it shows in the relaxing of his smile.
A bit deadpan: ]
Even regarding my romantic life? I shouldn't think it a particularly sought-after topic.
[ A beat as he considers this. ]
Aside, perhaps, from its entertainment value among the younger of our number.
[He lets out a amused huff at that, giving Oz a playful elbow to the ribs.]
You know what I mean. The stuff that matters. To you.
[A gentle addition. Oz tends not to think most things that have the possibility of troubling others might be particularly important for them to know. Qrow understands more than he cares to admit, and yet, he asks it of him anyway, because they have been through simply too much, worked too hard to rebuild their trust to hold onto that distance.]
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Even if part of him really does want to just lure Ford to the house with the promise of letting him Do Science with his semblance and then fucking off the moment he spots Oz.]
Well...in the meantime, you've got us.
[He smiles a little, picking up his neglected cocoa from the table to sip at again. Good thing he's a garbage disposal and temperature doesn't really matter to him.]
Just...maybe keep us a little more in the loop, yeah?
[It's not the angry, desperate demands of a year and a half previous. Only a request of a friend, who wants to be there. Qrow learned about what happened with Ford in March. He learned that Oz had been assaulted through a network post of stupid rumors and bullshit. He doesn't want to be the last one to know when bad things happen to Ozpin, even if he's still able to take it on faith that Oz will tell him the things he needs to know.]
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A bit deadpan: ]
Even regarding my romantic life? I shouldn't think it a particularly sought-after topic.
[ A beat as he considers this. ]
Aside, perhaps, from its entertainment value among the younger of our number.
[ The group chat is always coming for him. ]
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You know what I mean. The stuff that matters. To you.
[A gentle addition. Oz tends not to think most things that have the possibility of troubling others might be particularly important for them to know. Qrow understands more than he cares to admit, and yet, he asks it of him anyway, because they have been through simply too much, worked too hard to rebuild their trust to hold onto that distance.]