Swings couldn’t help it, he laughed a little at that response. “Alright, I guess not. You have a point.”
He leaned in, expecting a massive reveal, excitedly awaiting the answer…and frowning as he pulled away. “Well. That’s somewhat vague. Haven’t you at least got a brief idea?”
And then Kors was talking, and….Oh no. Oh no. Kors did not just ask that. Swings panicked for a moment. “I-I…I already know the cause. It can’t be fixed.” He left it there, not wanting it to be pushed any further. He couldn’t have Kors knowing his secret, that just wouldn’t do. He didn’t want to lose his…well, excepting J’Ram, his best friend. Which seemed ridiculous after they’d only met twice. But he trusted Kors entirely.
“There’s only one way for me to s-sort it out, and I have plans to soon, but n…not for a while. Not right now.”
Kors stared, face flat. He sipped his cider and fiddled with the rim of the mug as he spoke.
“I would ask more, but…” He raised an eyebrow at Swings.
“The expression on your face, and your body language, tell me that I won’t get any more out of you.”
He leaned onto the table again.
“You can tell me anything, you know. I know you probably won’t tell me anything right now, or even very soon, but I’m even better at listening than I am at talking. Just an offer.”
He leaned back again and stared into his drink. Swings almost seemed… afraid? Interesting.