Re: Third Class ; Dining
Feelings were hard to hurt when you had nothing to base them off of. He wasn't offended that she thought it mattered, that she knew what she had been. She was lucky in that regard, but he didn't feel jealous either.
"I think you're allowed to decide," he answered a moment later, one shoulder lifting and dropping in a small shrug. "If you aren't what you were before, if that doesn't make sense, then it seems to me that you ought to find something that does make sense. And no. I haven't decided." It felt like an awfully large decision, one that would require thought, careful thought, and he didn't quite feel up to even thinking about it here. Not with the shop tilting and swaying beneath him.