[Vyng tilts his own head upward, and he gazes out into the gloomy sky above. You have been through that one a time or two yourself...]
Something like that, yeah.
[It's difficult enough unpacking that stuff alone. He's not going into details. Just like he doubts his companion wants to relive his own trauma. The lack of direct eye-contact isn't lost on Vyng. They both have their own battle scars, it seems.
Still, that last comment brings a sly smile to Vyng's lips. He shifts in the sand, so he can turn his full attention back to the other man.]
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Something like that, yeah.
[It's difficult enough unpacking that stuff alone. He's not going into details. Just like he doubts his companion wants to relive his own trauma. The lack of direct eye-contact isn't lost on Vyng. They both have their own battle scars, it seems.
Still, that last comment brings a sly smile to Vyng's lips. He shifts in the sand, so he can turn his full attention back to the other man.]
Mmm, I think you can guess which I'd prefer.
[A pause.]
...Would you like some tea, by the way?
[This guy seems dehydrated.]