#good evening did you order a uhhh * looks at notes * emotionally stunted bard who uses alcohol and driving ppl away as coping mechanisms?

[bardicwine]

"Have you thought about speaking to a therapist about this?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhe doesn't know why he's delving into his life for this elf. maybe it was because she was also a bard, maybe it was because he was still too sober for his liking--but the waterfall of words keep coming, and it's throwing paultin for a loop. and a headache. ( maybe it was the hangover? ... nah. that hadn't been a reason for the plot in months. maybe perkins was finally making him drop the facade, or maybe he was gone again. who knows. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe waterfall quickly dries up, though, when she mentions a therapist. he's not complaining, but he wants to bitterly laugh at the mere reference towards one. finding a therapist in perkins' world was like getting evelyn to shut up about lathander for more than two minutes--impossible. not only that, but his own party barely even knew him... what makes her think he'd divulge his information to a complete stranger?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbecause you're doing it now, genius, the nagging voice in his head said, to which he promptly took a sip of wine. he's not dealing with this many voices at once for this.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"you're real funny," he finally says, pointedly looking at her hair instead of her eyes. "it's no wonder you went into the performing arts. i think i'm doin' just fine. made it this long, haven't i?" he winks, then swivels around in his chair to get up and away from this conversation. he's going to need a few more gauntlets if he wants to get through the morning, it seems.