Not yet, [ Alistair says, which may not be brutal honesty, but is not very gentle honesty, probably, either. ] I—I know you probably can't help who you do or don't feel comfortable with, but you can't go around insulting people who haven't done anything wrong.
[That wasn't entirely what he meant, but Cade is willing to accept the answer nonetheless. He nods, not seeming to mind the tone of the answer; gentleness is a quality he's encountered only recently in his interpersonal dealings. It still throws him off, and isn't as effective.]
I didn't mean to, [he says again, and squints his eyes with a rapid shake of his head. He's not an idiot, he's not into self-pity and knows how pathetic that sounds.] ...I'll... try. Not to. [He doesn't always necessarily know what will and won't insult people, but he's made an effort to learn in some cases.]
...sorry. [He sounds a bit defeated, but decides to busy himself by actually going for the sweet roll and filling his mouth with it before he can say anything else stupid. He chews it for a while, staring at the table, simultaneously hunting for a new and less catastrophic conversation topic, and being mad at himself for being so impossibly awkward. It's not very productive.]
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I didn't mean to, [he says again, and squints his eyes with a rapid shake of his head. He's not an idiot, he's not into self-pity and knows how pathetic that sounds.] ...I'll... try. Not to. [He doesn't always necessarily know what will and won't insult people, but he's made an effort to learn in some cases.]
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[He sounds a bit defeated, but decides to busy himself by actually going for the sweet roll and filling his mouth with it before he can say anything else stupid. He chews it for a while, staring at the table, simultaneously hunting for a new and less catastrophic conversation topic, and being mad at himself for being so impossibly awkward. It's not very productive.]