[After all his dry resignation from before, his temperament tried by arduous travel, Lelouch's reaction starts a warm hum of satisfaction resonating in his chest, Jeremiah either unable or unwilling to hide his pleased smile. Lelouch may sacrifice much for the sake of completing a goal, and he can really only urge him so far to take time for himself as well. This work is important, it's work only they can do, but there's a degree to which Jeremiah admits he feels a little badly. He's been through so much, yet all he can see ahead of him is what needs doing in the world, rather than what's inside. Whether the weight of righting his wrongs is driving him, whether he simply needs a goal to work towards to feel more complete, Jeremiah can't say. Perhaps simply standing still would be too great, clouded as his mind is with everything left behind. Maybe it's a little of everything. Lelouch never has been a simple riddle, after all.
Jeremiah isn't waiting with bated breath for a day where he'll perhaps share those burdens more, but he'll be right there if Lelouch ever allows it. So long as he wishes to throw himself headlong into anything and everything else, whether in avoidance or not, he'll be there too.]
Yes, please. [It's not remotely said as a tease, even as he's been quietly looking for somewhere to refill their canteens for a while. There seems no shortage of options for other beverages as he's looked around, though his gaze ultimately falls upon a stall with tall glass dispensers of what appears to be cider.
Foreign language was never much of an interest of his even when he was learning it in his schooling, but what he can translate from a simple visual scan has taught him a good deal, particularly the Cyrillic alphabet. Closer inspection to their sign tells him it's apple kvass, not cider, but it matters little now that he's made up his mind. When he approaches, he orders two glasses in slightly choppy Russian, one for each of them.
Lelouch may have stepped in and paid for everything before Jeremiah could get a word in, but his pride urges him to treat him in turn. Even if he did guzzle down all the water.]
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Jeremiah isn't waiting with bated breath for a day where he'll perhaps share those burdens more, but he'll be right there if Lelouch ever allows it. So long as he wishes to throw himself headlong into anything and everything else, whether in avoidance or not, he'll be there too.]
Yes, please. [It's not remotely said as a tease, even as he's been quietly looking for somewhere to refill their canteens for a while. There seems no shortage of options for other beverages as he's looked around, though his gaze ultimately falls upon a stall with tall glass dispensers of what appears to be cider.
Foreign language was never much of an interest of his even when he was learning it in his schooling, but what he can translate from a simple visual scan has taught him a good deal, particularly the Cyrillic alphabet. Closer inspection to their sign tells him it's apple kvass, not cider, but it matters little now that he's made up his mind. When he approaches, he orders two glasses in slightly choppy Russian, one for each of them.
Lelouch may have stepped in and paid for everything before Jeremiah could get a word in, but his pride urges him to treat him in turn. Even if he did guzzle down all the water.]