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It's been some time since Thor has sought the Nexus for advice. Which is not to say that he's not a regular visitor, but he's felt relatively assured in his day-to-day life enough to feel that he has a good handle on what he's doing with himself, or at least that his struggles are routine and need little guidance to overcome. Today, apparently, this is not the case.

One might be forgiven for assuming the glass bottle in his hand is beer at first glance, but on closer inspection it seems to be a cream soda instead. It's not what he wants, but just having a drink in his hands seems to be a comfort, making it easier to think. The little picnic table is off to one side off the main Plaza, its benches warmed by the summer sun as it overlooks a small koi pond. Thor's one good eye stares through the glinting fish rather than watching them, lost in thought.

What's he supposed to do now?

Is this even a good idea? What happens once a few decades pass? What if he decides not to risk it, and she leaves? Should he even be seriously considering putting himself through this again? He doesn't even know his own heart yet, what if he ends up stringing her along without meaning to?

Those are the questions he keeps to himself, but there are more yet to ask. He picks at the soda label with his prosthetic fingers, metal lightly tapping against the glass.

"How do you realize when you're in love?" Not quite getting to the point, but Thor is honestly not even sure where to start on this one.

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"I wouldn't think so," Thor muses, sounding perplexed. "We weren't even going to leave my kitchen for it."

That's the part that's tripping him up the most. What is it about calling an evening together a date that's so terrifying to her? Is it because naming it makes it real, somehow?

Dor nods, rubbing his chin again for a moment, as his son babbles a little. "Bahbahbah." Gently but happily patting at Thor and half curling against his daddy. as he hums in thought.

"Mmmh, did ya tell her such? " Wondering if perhaps she'd been taken off guard or had some other plan in place. "Or perhaps it was the suddenness?" Trying to help perhaps narrow things down if at all possible.

"Maybe?" Thor sounds uncertain, still absently wiggling his fingers for the baby to grasp at, careful not to pinch. "Are you supposed to wait after a confession like that to spend time together?"

He sounds genuinely uncertain. His experience in dating humans is very limited, and hadn't gone at all like this.

Dor tilts his head, diplomatically and half in thought. He smiles softly at that. Gawain gives a happy babble and excited "Eeeeh" Before reaching for the hand to do so. "Bahbahbaw." He murmurs as if trying to mimic conversation or perhaps give his own advice in baby. He tries to lean his little cheek against Thor's hand affectionately.

Dor hums half in thought, his brows furl slightly. "Depends on the lady I say.." His own impulse would be to give his beloved a toe-curling kiss after such. "Though my own and..most of the ones I know tend to enjoy either a quiet night in..Or a trip to their favored spot..If there's not something else on their minds they need to sort out..Or.." He rubs his china again. "Vent perhaps.." Again trying to puzzle out what he can from what he knows. For all he knows..well sometimes even tone can set warning signals off or rub the wrong way in some people.

He nuzzles his son with his cheek and gently strokes his little back soothingly. Letting him know he's there quietly reassuring. But still giving him a bit of space to explore things.

With the hand not currently being monopolized by the grasp of little fingers, Thor rubs at his bearded chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps... asking her for an outing, but not calling it a date?" It feels underhanded to him, and he's not sure he likes it, but... isn't that also what they've been doing this entire time?

Gawain makes soft happy sounds, looking between the two. Dor's lips twitch slightly at his son's antics. But tilts his head in thought as he listens. "Mayhaps..tis worth a shot." He murmurs half in thought half in hope himself. Nothing ventured nothing gained after all.. Of course, he's not a hundred percent sure what's the best course of action least without meeting the lady in question.

"Finding ways to soothe and put your lady at ease would be a key step aye." Which leads him to a similar train of thought. "Are there any small group activities she might enjoy?" Perhaps there was something they could do to help if say she came to visit. Or If he couldn't find something Mmmh away from whatever was causing her discomfort. If only for a time to recharge perhaps?

He knew how high stung and frazzled certain stresses and pressures could wear on and make a person feel.

Thor frowns a little, his shoulders lifting fractionally in a shrug. "She enjoys helping out around the village. Harvesting herbs on the mainland, pitching in at the docks, tending got my garden. But we do all that already."

Can he make those moments special, somehow? That's the puzzle he's now reflecting on.

Dpr smiles softly, encouragingly, "Sounds like your lady and mine would get along swimmingly." He remarks hopefully. Having faith in the other fellow. He nods softly. Half in thought. "It never hurts to try something new together or start small." Like perhaps a place to eat or a show or movie with a favored snack.

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