Her laugh cheered him up more. He was wondering if there was anything he could do to even summon a soft titter from the lovely French hybrid. It was like a mission had been completed, and with a satisfied sigh, he sat back in a more relaxed stance on the couch.
Harvey watched as the speckled girl shifted her own position, no longer hung over the arm of the sofa, but now probably more comfortable, as the cockney male could only imagine. Muppet? A small laugh left him as well, as he'd forgotten others weren't used to his British terms. Uhm... A muppet is a sort of fool. A dimwit. Many other words raced through his mind, but he wasn't sure the example of pillock or wazzack would really do any good in helping her understand the definition. He shook his head, But, tha' aside... You're too kind. The merle dog smiled, not wanting to blow off her sort of reassuring statement as if it was nothing to him.
Another nod was given, and he moved so that he was facing her completely, body turned and leaned in some. Yeh, tha' fits spot on, it does. He was glad at least that concept could be understood. It wasn't that he thought Aoves as daft or incapable of comprehending simple thoughts such as that, but he knew his wording was often tricky, especially with his accent and differing vocabulary. Knowing of her own experience with being introduced to another language (for him, it was only another dialect, but foreign nonetheless), he felt she could relate in not knowing for sure if what was said was really understood.
His heart quickened some at her last remark, though it had little to do with him being upset by it. Impulsively, he spoke, Tha's the problem, love... I'm tryin'. But I can't.
His eyes widened some after he realized what he'd said. Had he really just admitted to being weak? And to a woman! The former gangster grimaced, flopped ears lowering some. How was he supposed to come off as a protective, strong man able to care and comfort others when he couldn't even do the same for himself? He was fully capable of defending what he cared for, but he felt if he opened up, the listeners wouldn't be as understanding. What was said couldn't be undone, though, so with a shrug, he shook it off, only hoping to not make matters worse by his actions, and now preparing himself for a change in Aoves' opinion of the Brit.
Sad, ain't it? He finished. Why stop now, after he'd already exposed enough to show he really wasn't as healed as he liked to portray himself as. If she felt the need to distrust the man, and leave, disgusted by his inability to keep himself pulled together, so be it. However, something made Harv feel she wouldn't...
He'd made up his mind. If she seemed at all interested, and continued to come off as forgiving and gentle as she had so far, he felt she was trustworthy enough to please any curiosity there may be about his person, and past. By no means would he engage in a tale without persuasion, but he felt more comfortable in answering questions less vaguely than before.
His heavy sigh showed his nervousness, but that, too, he tried hiding away with a grin.
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