It really can be intoxicating. While Murmur doesn't have the foundation to fully comprehend these feelings radiating from Jon nor his own, he found that easy warmth encouraging and welcoming. A sensation not entirely familiar, but he couldn't say he didn't love it. Moreover it was the trust that Jon offered so freely that if Murmur had need of it, he would find his heart aflutter. He wasn't used to people trusting him, at all, and while he'd certainly earned his reputation being permanently viewed with suspicion was exhausting.
To have Jon willing to be so open with him like this, especially with their rocky start, meant more than Murmur could ever hope to put words to. He didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize this gift. He's also most certainly not accustomed to anyone being interested in him and not just the vast wealth of knowledge he held or what services he could provide. That, too, was a foreign yet absolutely wonderful feeling.
He'd be very happy to answer more of Jon's questions, in time.
"Winter is a time to rest," He continues. "When all the hustle of the warmer months finally slows down, the fruits of your labors harvested, and it's time to sleep." See, humans don't like the winter because they keep trying to work through it. You're supposed to hibernate in winter.
A smile spreads when Jon agrees, warm and genuine, not that faint mimicry of a smile he often wore that didn't quite meet his eyes. "Delightful, but first... how are you with heights?" While waiting for his answer Murmur moved them toward a trash bin to dispose of their empty coffee cups. Wouldn't want to bring that along for the trip.
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To have Jon willing to be so open with him like this, especially with their rocky start, meant more than Murmur could ever hope to put words to. He didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize this gift. He's also most certainly not accustomed to anyone being interested in him and not just the vast wealth of knowledge he held or what services he could provide. That, too, was a foreign yet absolutely wonderful feeling.
He'd be very happy to answer more of Jon's questions, in time.
"Winter is a time to rest," He continues. "When all the hustle of the warmer months finally slows down, the fruits of your labors harvested, and it's time to sleep." See, humans don't like the winter because they keep trying to work through it. You're supposed to hibernate in winter.
A smile spreads when Jon agrees, warm and genuine, not that faint mimicry of a smile he often wore that didn't quite meet his eyes. "Delightful, but first... how are you with heights?" While waiting for his answer Murmur moved them toward a trash bin to dispose of their empty coffee cups. Wouldn't want to bring that along for the trip.