[ It does sound silly, laid out in such plain terms - the plain way that Cairngorm must look at things, he figures. Lupin's a romantic, but he's practical enough, too; none of this is news to him, not truly. He knows they admire him in some way, or they wouldn't have accepted his feelings. He knows that he doesn't have to prove himself to them, either, for that very same reason. Why, then? Maybe it has more to do with himself than it does with Cairngorm. His self image; his pride. If it was a problem that could be fixed with a heart-to-heart conversation - if it's a problem at all, really - then he's sure he would have done so already. But this bites at some core facet of his personality, and so all he can do is glance over at them with a gentle look in his eyes. ]
I know I don't. [ another reason it's embarrassing - it shows that part of him is possibly a little insecure, and he doesn't want to admit that. The door clicks open, and he tucks his lockpick back into whatever clandestine pocket he pulled it from. ] That's just part of why I love you.
[ never once has he been the sort who considers his fame and heroism a burden - he's never longed for a normal life, not once - but he enjoys all the same that Cairngorm treats him so normally and loves him exactly for who he is. He reaches out to take their hand again while he pulls open the door to lead them into the hangar.
Inside is an airship, identical to any one of the many flying above the city, save for the design emblazoned on its side; it's much larger than it appeared from below, and even seems much larger than what this hangar should be able to accomodate. Heart logic. The huge NeoSteam engine attached to the back is humming, suggesting that it's almost ready to take off - but the crew seems curiously absent. He beckons them along with him, quickly and quietly rushing over to the entry point in the lower cabin. ]
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I know I don't. [ another reason it's embarrassing - it shows that part of him is possibly a little insecure, and he doesn't want to admit that. The door clicks open, and he tucks his lockpick back into whatever clandestine pocket he pulled it from. ] That's just part of why I love you.
[ never once has he been the sort who considers his fame and heroism a burden - he's never longed for a normal life, not once - but he enjoys all the same that Cairngorm treats him so normally and loves him exactly for who he is. He reaches out to take their hand again while he pulls open the door to lead them into the hangar.
Inside is an airship, identical to any one of the many flying above the city, save for the design emblazoned on its side; it's much larger than it appeared from below, and even seems much larger than what this hangar should be able to accomodate. Heart logic. The huge NeoSteam engine attached to the back is humming, suggesting that it's almost ready to take off - but the crew seems curiously absent. He beckons them along with him, quickly and quietly rushing over to the entry point in the lower cabin. ]