[ Why...? He looks down at the text and wonders what she wants. Why she'd be asking this. How much does she remember? How much has she told? He's afraid of Countess Vorkosigan - terrified of her, completely and utterly, and knows he should pretend to be busy. That would be the only smart thing.
But he remembers that warmth, that kindness - that apparently unfeigned maternal love...Apparently unfeigned, of course it was fake - it had to be fake, obviously - no one actually feels that for him...But there's an ache of longing in his hands, a desperate need. And so he types back - and immediately regrets it - ]
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Date: 2016-04-29 04:21 pm (UTC)But he remembers that warmth, that kindness - that apparently unfeigned maternal love...Apparently unfeigned, of course it was fake - it had to be fake, obviously - no one actually feels that for him...But there's an ache of longing in his hands, a desperate need. And so he types back - and immediately regrets it - ]
I don't have obligations. Why?