Being compared to his big brother made the raven smile wistfully. Erebor had always been an unachievable standard. Taller, broader, kinder, more skilled, infinitely stronger. To be even remotely similar to him was the highest kind of praise... not that he'd earned it.
"A good thing, huh..." He dragged fingers through the hair, scratching the scalp. An answer that was annoyingly vague. But it wasn't like he could ask Noah to take charge of his everyday schedule. If he wanted orders and a structured life, Korbin might as well join the Shields and put his days in Morgan's tender hands. It was, if possible, even more suffocating than a life spent indoors.
"It kind of makes me feel guilty, you know," he mumbled, awkward just by admitting it, "if I feel good. Like it's diminishing her absence. How can I let myself laugh when Weaver is dead? How can I just move on? It feels so wrong."
He felt guilty for only talking about himself too. Noah had things going on in his life, Korbin should be asking questions, be interested and offer help back. Yet here he was. Starting every sentence with I, me, my...
They were right. He was selfish. Selfcentered. Maybe even a proper narcissist, like Kiada said. All he could do was absorb the strength from others and give nothing back. Like a leech. He even kept his friend awake by keeping up this endless chatter.
"A good thing, huh..." He dragged fingers through the hair, scratching the scalp. An answer that was annoyingly vague. But it wasn't like he could ask Noah to take charge of his everyday schedule. If he wanted orders and a structured life, Korbin might as well join the Shields and put his days in Morgan's tender hands. It was, if possible, even more suffocating than a life spent indoors.
"It kind of makes me feel guilty, you know," he mumbled, awkward just by admitting it, "if I feel good. Like it's diminishing her absence. How can I let myself laugh when Weaver is dead? How can I just move on? It feels so wrong."
He felt guilty for only talking about himself too. Noah had things going on in his life, Korbin should be asking questions, be interested and offer help back. Yet here he was. Starting every sentence with I, me, my...
They were right. He was selfish. Selfcentered. Maybe even a proper narcissist, like Kiada said. All he could do was absorb the strength from others and give nothing back. Like a leech. He even kept his friend awake by keeping up this endless chatter.
In loving memory of when I gave a shit
KORBIN
HALE
HALE
