“Fuck me. Five years,” he says with raised brows. The surreality of that washes over him. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“Not five years, that’s for certain. Maybe five weeks or so? I don’t remember exactly, spent a week of it too drunk to notice the sun coming up.”
Cid bites his tongue. This is a little awkward, isn’t it? But the lad has always been a little bit awkward, though he seems more sure of himself as well.
“I guess we have some catching up to do, but fortunately plenty of time to do it. Look, you just got here, and it’s a lot to get a handle on.” Cid finally really notices how he looks, the dizzying excitement of Clive’s arrival beginning to ease. “…Hm. I should clean up. And so should you. We’re in polite society now, or at least one with more frequent bathing. Look, before we get into all that, you look tired. Do you need anything? Food, a drink, a bath, clean clothes?”
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“Not five years, that’s for certain. Maybe five weeks or so? I don’t remember exactly, spent a week of it too drunk to notice the sun coming up.”
Cid bites his tongue. This is a little awkward, isn’t it? But the lad has always been a little bit awkward, though he seems more sure of himself as well.
“I guess we have some catching up to do, but fortunately plenty of time to do it. Look, you just got here, and it’s a lot to get a handle on.” Cid finally really notices how he looks, the dizzying excitement of Clive’s arrival beginning to ease. “…Hm. I should clean up. And so should you. We’re in polite society now, or at least one with more frequent bathing. Look, before we get into all that, you look tired. Do you need anything? Food, a drink, a bath, clean clothes?”
He’s definitely hinting something here.