[...He's said something wrong again, hasn't he? Jehan really isn't used to this. If anything, he's used to being the more sensitive one of his friends, used to concerning himself over sad stories and sympathizing with difficult things.
So why on earth can't he seem to make anyone feel better, even a little bit? While he wouldn't want anyone to pretend, or to glaze over an important issue like the death of a friend in a single conversation... he certainly didn't mean to make things worse.]
Albert?
[Noticing, of course, that he left the other part of the statement be.
Sighing, he reached over, pat his knee, and went to stand.]
I'm sorry. I'm of no help at all.
[He didn't know the situation, the time period, the details. He could make assumptions, but they weren't informed enough. They were clearly only upsetting him.
If Jehan were being honest, he was still more than upset himself; seeing yet another friend this way only tightened the grip on the panic he'd been trying to keep at bay. So,]
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So why on earth can't he seem to make anyone feel better, even a little bit? While he wouldn't want anyone to pretend, or to glaze over an important issue like the death of a friend in a single conversation... he certainly didn't mean to make things worse.]
Albert?
[Noticing, of course, that he left the other part of the statement be.
Sighing, he reached over, pat his knee, and went to stand.]
I'm sorry. I'm of no help at all.
[He didn't know the situation, the time period, the details. He could make assumptions, but they weren't informed enough. They were clearly only upsetting him.
If Jehan were being honest, he was still more than upset himself; seeing yet another friend this way only tightened the grip on the panic he'd been trying to keep at bay. So,]
Perhaps I'll just head back to my room now.