The heavy sigh pulls an answering one from Thranduil. He was annoyed, yes, but there was something else, something that was clenching at Thranduil's heart that he refused to acknowledge. That is, beyond the fear of having to go through losing a partner while drifting together.
"Looking out for yourself would ease your partners mind a great deal more than this reckless need to put yourself in harms way." The blond loses a great deal of the anger in his voice, sensing how tired Bard was. He would say it just wasn't nearly as fun to irritate the other when his heart wasn't in it, but perhaps there was more to it. He leans against the railing, back to the robot and blue eyes focused on his shoes, mind racing. This was how it always was, a strange pushpull between them that often left Thranduil feeling as if he was one step behind something.
"I appreciate your concern, but if you think I am going to be any more pleased with you getting yourself killed in an attempt to look out for me, you have some serious reconsidering to do, Bard." His voice is perfectly neutral, the annoyance form earlier smothered, and the fear he might feel at the thought pushed away.
The blond holds out a bottle of pills, ones that he might have swiped without really asking, but he knows that the other must be in pain and, well, the is the least that he can do, and shakes it. "Do try not to do that again, yes? Otherwise, it is not going to be a thing that I move past so easily."
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"Looking out for yourself would ease your partners mind a great deal more than this reckless need to put yourself in harms way." The blond loses a great deal of the anger in his voice, sensing how tired Bard was. He would say it just wasn't nearly as fun to irritate the other when his heart wasn't in it, but perhaps there was more to it. He leans against the railing, back to the robot and blue eyes focused on his shoes, mind racing. This was how it always was, a strange pushpull between them that often left Thranduil feeling as if he was one step behind something.
"I appreciate your concern, but if you think I am going to be any more pleased with you getting yourself killed in an attempt to look out for me, you have some serious reconsidering to do, Bard." His voice is perfectly neutral, the annoyance form earlier smothered, and the fear he might feel at the thought pushed away.
The blond holds out a bottle of pills, ones that he might have swiped without really asking, but he knows that the other must be in pain and, well, the is the least that he can do, and shakes it. "Do try not to do that again, yes? Otherwise, it is not going to be a thing that I move past so easily."