[A mug that Zenyatta accepts only too enthusiastically as he voices a soft greetings! and allows himself to be led to his seat. The second he's on the sofa he pulls his legs up along with him, curled to one side rather than their usual half-lotus, one elbow on the arm rest.
Perhaps, he supposes, as Auron speaks, he should be more formal. Perhaps he should treat this as a lesson, the kind of therapeutic session they last had. But for now he would rather be a friend than a teacher; he listens, and nods.]
Indeed. There is no true reward without risk: "nothing ventured, nothing gained". [He cocks his head, lifting the mug to his faceplate; olfactory sensors detect the fresh, citrusy blend it sends steaming up towards him, light and soothing. It is pleasingly warm to hold.] Have you been busy?
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Perhaps, he supposes, as Auron speaks, he should be more formal. Perhaps he should treat this as a lesson, the kind of therapeutic session they last had. But for now he would rather be a friend than a teacher; he listens, and nods.]
Indeed. There is no true reward without risk: "nothing ventured, nothing gained". [He cocks his head, lifting the mug to his faceplate; olfactory sensors detect the fresh, citrusy blend it sends steaming up towards him, light and soothing. It is pleasingly warm to hold.] Have you been busy?