[ Odin's eyes light up, with something close to understanding. Maybe this is why there's something in Magnus that resonates with him, in that way his relationships rarely ever do. To lose someone, who gave their life for you - it's not an easy thing, to live with that guilt, and Odin wonders how much of that guilt Magnus still wears. He wonders if he's ever met someone, in his afterlife, who let someone die for them, willing or otherwise. He wonders if he finally has a shoulder to offer that might make him feel like - like more than a burden, to Magnus, as he so often does, despite the constant reassurance and reminders that he's more than just that asshole who screams about swords and lords, like he used to be.
But he lets any questions he may have lie, and he does nothing, other than searching this kid's eyes with his own. He feels like he knows something, or recognizes something, maybe - still surprisingly insightful, seeing maybe a little more clearly than he should. He smooths his hair out of his eyes and realizes it's gotten rather long, since going to space. He clenches his teeth. ]
You've--
You've made an extraordinarily positive difference in my life, Magnus.
[ There's more he could say. More he wants to say, because words are all he ever has, and a thousand wouldn't be enough to explain just how, exactly, Magnus has improved the quality of his existence. But again - he lets it lie, and he turns to look up at the ceiling. ]
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But he lets any questions he may have lie, and he does nothing, other than searching this kid's eyes with his own. He feels like he knows something, or recognizes something, maybe - still surprisingly insightful, seeing maybe a little more clearly than he should. He smooths his hair out of his eyes and realizes it's gotten rather long, since going to space. He clenches his teeth. ]
You've--
You've made an extraordinarily positive difference in my life, Magnus.
[ There's more he could say. More he wants to say, because words are all he ever has, and a thousand wouldn't be enough to explain just how, exactly, Magnus has improved the quality of his existence. But again - he lets it lie, and he turns to look up at the ceiling. ]
... Food ready?