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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son! Leave a message after the beep and keep it brief. If this is about a repair job, state the object and problem."

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[forgingfires]

YOU didn't upset me.

They did.

[sangreine]

Okay, well. Fair. But I didn't mean for that story to upset you.

[forgingfires]

No, stop. [He is going to turn to her and then he going to very firmly kiss her on the lips. Brief, but firm.]

Do not apologize for informing me of bad things that aren't your fault.

[sangreine]

[ He'll get to see her look marvelously surprised for a moment before she smiles at him. ]

If that's how you scold me, I don't see how I'm supposed to be discouraged from apologizing.

...But I'll try.

[forgingfires]

You get longer kisses if I don't have to scold you immediately after.

Honesty is important, but you don't deserve the guilt for being so.

[sangreine]

Oh, do I? [ If there's any way to get her to stop with the guilt, that's probably the most effective. ]

I can be honest without the guilt if that's what it gets me. I'm too used to having to apologize for myself. Comes from growing up around humans, I suppose.

[forgingfires]

Yes. My mouth isn't busy with something else, is it?

Humans do seem to have that effect. You don't need to feel bad with sharing things with me.

[sangreine]

I suppose I can't fault your logic.

[ The second thing takes her a moment to respond to. All his continual indications that she doesn't need to hide from him is both stunning and incredibly touching. ]

It's pretty amazing that you don't consider me too much to deal with. [ Which is where a lot of the holding back comes from. ]