[It's a response that comes quietly, the demon looking a little overwhelmed and choked up at Temenos's response. He's right, and Beelzebub knows it. But the self-doubt still knaws at him.
His eyes drift out to the water, lips thinning as his touch travels against Temenos's arm, trying to collect himself and his thoughts.]
...
You have a lot of faith in me. I don't always understand it. But... I'm glad that you listen.
[He sighs, some of the tension of his shoulders dropping with the action. It's not a problem that can be fixed in one conversation, or even one extended vacation. But there's a comfort in letting the vulnerability lie on someone who Beelzebub trusts.]
I hope you're right. I want to believe you, and not him.
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[It's a response that comes quietly, the demon looking a little overwhelmed and choked up at Temenos's response. He's right, and Beelzebub knows it. But the self-doubt still knaws at him.
His eyes drift out to the water, lips thinning as his touch travels against Temenos's arm, trying to collect himself and his thoughts.]
...
You have a lot of faith in me. I don't always understand it. But... I'm glad that you listen.
[He sighs, some of the tension of his shoulders dropping with the action. It's not a problem that can be fixed in one conversation, or even one extended vacation. But there's a comfort in letting the vulnerability lie on someone who Beelzebub trusts.]
I hope you're right. I want to believe you, and not him.