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Orym had thought he'd gotten used to having weird things happening around him. Between the Crown Keepers and Bells Hells, he was getting good with smoothly adjusting to new situations and moving through them easily. The Nexus though throws the normally unflappable halfing for a loop and he looks around him trying to take everything in.

He's three feet tall and a bit with short brown hair that runs to the spiky side. His clothing is very earthy in greens and browns and on his back is a circular shield and a short sword. The only odd thing on his person is a blue rose that appears, on closer inspection to be snapping with electrical energy.

Orym wanders for a bit before finding what looked like a tavern to him. With an ease that spoke of many years of dealing with buildings that are meant for people bigger than he was, he walks in scrambles onto a stool and orders a drink sipping it for a few moments before the question pops out of his mouth.

"If you lost someone you loved and then had the chance to love again...would you take the chance or would you let it go." He is gently touching the rose on his belt as he says this looking sad.

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That comment earned a short little laugh from the tiefling.

"Well if you're waiting for life to not be so complicated, you're gonna be waiting a long fuckin' time," Molly pointed out, quite sensibly in his own opinion. "Like... okay real talk, long story short I died. Sucked, but that's to be expected. What wasn't expected was the wizard who I'd thought was maybe too messed up to try anything with at that point, really wanted to try something. He wound up here so happy ending there, but there was definitely regret before that. Why risk putting yourself or your interest through that shit? Best time is when you can get the words out. Could wind up knowing you feel like that gives your 'person of interest' the boost they need in a hard situation."

Orym thought about it. He did have the sending stone...at least he would when he went home....maybe he could start small using the 25 word limit. But Dorian was with the rest of the Crown Keepers and the highly perceptive hafling knew Dariax had a crush on the air gensai too. He sighed again.

"Why are feelings so complicated?"

That drew another laugh from Molly, tail flicking behind him with a jingle.

"Buddy, you're asking the wrong tiefling for that kinda insight!" He replied in a sympathetically amused tone. "There's a short list of things I know about, and that's not on it, sad to say."

Orym laughed too. "I know even less than you do," he admitted quietly, "when I met...Will I just knew he was meant to be mine.....with Dorien it's less clear because it's been so long since I've been with anyone that I'm just...I'm off my feet if that makes sense."

"I get that," And he does, even if more from hearing others speak of such things. "But I think you should talk to this Dorian of yours. For all you know he might feel the same, but just feel like he's waiting for you to show interest because, oh... he doesn't wanna make things weird if you're not interested, or doesn't want to poke at a sore spot."

Molly lifted a pair of fingers to request another drink for himself and his conversation buddy. "Seems it'd be a shame to lose a chance to be happy over hesitating."

He remembers how twisted around Caleb was about him. About how much missing that chance had clearly hurt the wizard. It'd be a good thing to help this halfling avoid making the same mistake.

Orym sighed, something he's been doing a lot since meeting his friends. It's a hazard when you have one of the few brain cells of your parties. "Dorian is young," he admits, "he's lived a sheltered life....he deserves to see more of the world than he has and part of the reason I haven't said something is because I want him to be sure.....an older widower is what he wants....there are so many people out there.....he shouldn't just settle for the first person he meets."

He knows he's making up reasons, but he means it as well. He'd rather lose his friend to someone else than have the kind, gentle air gensai choose him and then regret it.

"And what if he just knows?" Molly pointed out, surprisingly sensibly. "What makes him just knowing any different than you just knowing?"

A beat, and then-

"Please tell me this isn't some self-worth issue because older widower or no, have you seen yourself?"

"Once he knows....I can't put the feelings back in the bottle," Orym points out after taking a long sip of his drink, "he knows about Will about how much it hurt to lose him....I don't want him to think....he's so unsure of himself....I don't want him to think I'm pushing him or worse forcing myself to move on."

He takes a longer drink. "I'm just a guard...he's an actual prince.....what in the Nine Hells could I offer him?"

And there it is....one of the real reasons Orym is hesitating....ever since learning the truth about Dorian's background....how could a simple Ashrai guard offer a prince of the Silkan Squall

"Well clearly you're good enough to be his friend."

Molly is debating if it would be maybe a little rude to bodily lift the halfling and shake some sense into him. It probably would be. Better not.

"If you're not pushing him, or forcing yourself to move on, then just tell him. That sounds more like you making excuses for not admitting feelings than anything else. Maybe he likes you just as much. Maybe the fact that you're someone who sees him as just Dorian first is a bonus point in your favor."

"I know Dorian," Orym replied quickly, "I don't know Bronte...I never knew that version of him and the little I saw.....it didn't really fit," the halfing said, "like a skin that wasn't his to wear." That whole party mission was a mess in of itself and had led to Dorian leaving them, so he wasn't inclined to think well of it.

He groans quietly. "I know I'm making this complicated....but it feels complicated."

"Shit, isn't everything complicated in the long run? Life and everything?"

Molly huffed sympathetically, pondering. "I think though in this case you're adding complication that shouldn't be. At least... not on your own. This seems like something you talk to Dorian about, no matter how uncertain you are. Maybe it'll clear things up. Maybe he feels the same but is uncertain about how to approach things now that you've seen that other part of him."

Oyrm looks sad. "He isn't with us right now," he said, "he had to leave...because his brother got into trouble...and Dorian chose to leave to help him. I...don't know when or if I'll see him again."

Maybe that is why he kept coming up with reasons not to say anything. Maybe it would make missing his friend hurt less if he ended up never seeing him again.

"So you're gonna pine miserably and suffer through what-ifs?" Molly huffed a low tone, shaking his head. "That'll suck for you and for him if he realizes. Better to speak up, even if all you can do is write him."

The tiefling offers a faint smile. "Tell me more about him anyways. This Dorian guy must be pretty great to have a guy like you so around the bend over him."

Orym nods, making a note to get the sending stone back from Fearne when he returns and find a quiet moment before the heist to just...say what is in his heart. Hopefully he doesn't shoot himself in the foot and ruin everything.

He smiles at the question. "He's a bard...an air gensai...we met in Emon and he's..he's not like any bard you might have met before. He's quiet and calm, but unsure of himself.....but brave...he's almost died a few times just to protect a friend"