[He does feel decidedly childish in this moment, but it's not because he feels as though Qrow's looking down on him or anything. Rather, Qrow is being gentle with him. He came all the way over here just to check up on things and now he is being so patient with this whole conversation. Break had no problem venting to him about the matter, true, and was ready to welcome his thoughts on it when he did. But he'd figured they'd just have a chat and he'd feel a little better like always when Trench does something dumb at him, and then he'd resume having his usual problems and that would be that.
Instead he's getting specific suggestions and encouragement. So few people have treated him this way in the past, and it's almost always marked some sort of turning point. He remembers the one uncle of his own who'd bothered to take him aside and teach him to fight smarter rather than harder when he was a sour little child, and Shelly's serene refusal to be frustrated with him whenever he'd startled and lashed out unintentionally. Now if he doesn't figure this out, he'll be disappointing someone who's bothered to help him out over and over again, and he really will feel like an ass.
Baltus slithers out from beneath the table and slinks over to tilt his head upwards, resting it against Break's stomach. Absently, letting the blanket fall, he rubs his omen's ears.]
Is that how you change into a bird? You just...know what it is to be a bird, so there you are.
[Could it really be so simple as remembering what it felt like to be at his best, and deciding to be that instead of what he is?]
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Instead he's getting specific suggestions and encouragement. So few people have treated him this way in the past, and it's almost always marked some sort of turning point. He remembers the one uncle of his own who'd bothered to take him aside and teach him to fight smarter rather than harder when he was a sour little child, and Shelly's serene refusal to be frustrated with him whenever he'd startled and lashed out unintentionally. Now if he doesn't figure this out, he'll be disappointing someone who's bothered to help him out over and over again, and he really will feel like an ass.
Baltus slithers out from beneath the table and slinks over to tilt his head upwards, resting it against Break's stomach. Absently, letting the blanket fall, he rubs his omen's ears.]
Is that how you change into a bird? You just...know what it is to be a bird, so there you are.
[Could it really be so simple as remembering what it felt like to be at his best, and deciding to be that instead of what he is?]