[ It's really incredible(y embarrassing) how quickly the answer jumps to the forefront of his mind with perfect clarity: Because I wanted to see you.
A stupid answer, based in emotion rather than reason, and one that makes less sense the longer he thinks about it. Out of everyone on this island, Ema is by and far the person he sees the most on a daily basis. Even if she's usually squirreled away in the basement and he's out prowling the island for new and unusual disturbances, that doesn't change the fact that they live in the same house and are separated only by a couple of walls more often than not. But he can't deny that he'd been happy to see her show up (after the dogs, of course), or that he's happy now to indulge in something so simple as a walk home with her.
His steps slow (more) and then stop, brows pinched together as he shuts out the world to roll this uncomfortable realization around in his head. But it's futile to try and dig out the root cause, cognitive processes still too hamstrung by all the alcohol, and in the end all he gets for his efforts is the beginning of a headache—and the looming silence of a question he still hasn't answered.
He settles for a half-truth instead. ]
It was the least out of your way.
[ In that her starting and ending points lined up the best with his. Siegfried lives in some house on the beach and Lucio lives....actually he has no idea where Lucio lives, now that he thinks about it, but probably not anywhere nearby.
He starts walking again, more briskly than before. Ema better pray the sidewalk is smooth sailing from here all the way to home. ]
I would have called one of them if you'd been busy.
[ But would he have been as happy to see either of them? Probably not. ]
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A stupid answer, based in emotion rather than reason, and one that makes less sense the longer he thinks about it. Out of everyone on this island, Ema is by and far the person he sees the most on a daily basis. Even if she's usually squirreled away in the basement and he's out prowling the island for new and unusual disturbances, that doesn't change the fact that they live in the same house and are separated only by a couple of walls more often than not. But he can't deny that he'd been happy to see her show up (after the dogs, of course), or that he's happy now to indulge in something so simple as a walk home with her.
His steps slow (more) and then stop, brows pinched together as he shuts out the world to roll this uncomfortable realization around in his head. But it's futile to try and dig out the root cause, cognitive processes still too hamstrung by all the alcohol, and in the end all he gets for his efforts is the beginning of a headache—and the looming silence of a question he still hasn't answered.
He settles for a half-truth instead. ]
It was the least out of your way.
[ In that her starting and ending points lined up the best with his. Siegfried lives in some house on the beach and Lucio lives....actually he has no idea where Lucio lives, now that he thinks about it, but probably not anywhere nearby.
He starts walking again, more briskly than before. Ema better pray the sidewalk is smooth sailing from here all the way to home. ]
I would have called one of them if you'd been busy.
[ But would he have been as happy to see either of them? Probably not. ]