damned if you do, damned if you dont.

but youd vwaste the energy to repeat yourself.

yeah well if future me decided i absolutely needed to follow you im not about to argue

ah yeah the pathetic loser argument. howv could i forget about that.

thats the thing i didnt i literally did not follow you

that vwas so beautiful, i might shed a tear.

The end of the music prompted a brow raise, and while Kankri was content to monopolize Cronus’ couch space, he was still not entirely relaxed enough to allow himself any sort of room to stretch out.  Baby steps.  Even allowing himself to show the barest hint of contentment was far more genuine emotion than he was used to ever allowing himself to show.  Dangerous, and there was a small part of his pan that clamored in protest, that he needed to not allow himself to become so casual in the presence of another, but given the emotional upheaval that had taken place not even an hour previous, it felt…cheap to return to the cold, clinical persona that he was so use to projecting.

The song faded and he sighed, sitting back a little; panting quietly and flexing his injured hand. It was sore, yes, but that didn't mean nothin'. He'd played a few songs he enjoyed, and that Kan seemed to enjoy - that was the important part.

It seemed the answer was pleasing enough, which in itself gave him a strange sense of warm satisfaction within him.  Worrisome, perhaps problematic, but he was willing to put his feeling of being offput by the intimacy of the situation in order to just…enjoy.  A peculiar sentiment to have, that was for sure, especially given the circumstances, but…there was something liberating about being able to temporarily ignore the constructs and rules that he held himself to.

He couldn't lie and say that it didn't hurt, that his fingers weren't sore, but it didn't much matter - he was enjoying himself, enjoying being able to play, and definitely enjoying making Kan calm down and sit over there and smile like that. He'd be sorry later, but numb to the pain, he soldiered on, finishing up the song and leaning back with a little sigh, catching his breath. 

The second shove provoked more of a disgruntled reaction than the first, Kankri rolling back onto the bed with an annoyed grunt.  The momentary displeasure passed in an instant, however, and he was right back to his previous, overly-excited self, crawling all over Cronus again, this time digging his fingers into the other troll’s shoulders a bit harder than actually necessary.  “Nonsense~”

Wincing at the near-death grip Kankri had on him, he attempted to throw him off again - to no avail. What the hell was going on? It wasn't every day that he actually sought out Kankri here, at his place of work (actually it was the first real time, the one prior had just been speculation) - but he'd actually figured something was wrong. Honestly, he thought someone had nabbed his husktop and was fucking around with him. But no... this was definitely Kankri, even if he wasn't in his right state of mind.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

an miss out on your reaction

nothing. nothing is going on. you must be mistaken.