He's stunned, rendered still in his tracks when Potemkin stops to continue his confession. He doesn't know what to do. What righteous man wouldn't be touched by such genuine words from someone he's grown close to? Why wouldn't he feel something in his chest, heavy and familiar? Potemkin's confession breaks open the barriers holding back the fondness he holds for the people he cares about, a fondness that had grown inappropriately intimate during his stay at the Fortress Between. That trust, closeness, and affection that a married man should never feel for someone other than his wife. He had thought he could avoid it here.
Maybe it was a foolish desire. No problems could be truly solved by running away from them. He knows that very well.
"...I see." He sounds surprisingly neutral as his brain processes this information. He doesn't know what to do. "Thank you for telling me. I had no idea— I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable at any time in the past."
Because, now that he's thinking about it, the arm touching probably didn't help Potemkin's willpower any.
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He's stunned, rendered still in his tracks when Potemkin stops to continue his confession. He doesn't know what to do. What righteous man wouldn't be touched by such genuine words from someone he's grown close to? Why wouldn't he feel something in his chest, heavy and familiar? Potemkin's confession breaks open the barriers holding back the fondness he holds for the people he cares about, a fondness that had grown inappropriately intimate during his stay at the Fortress Between. That trust, closeness, and affection that a married man should never feel for someone other than his wife. He had thought he could avoid it here.
Maybe it was a foolish desire. No problems could be truly solved by running away from them. He knows that very well.
"...I see." He sounds surprisingly neutral as his brain processes this information. He doesn't know what to do. "Thank you for telling me. I had no idea— I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable at any time in the past."
Because, now that he's thinking about it, the arm touching probably didn't help Potemkin's willpower any.