Wrathion's fingers tap against his coat sleeve still, eyes dropping uneasily back to the shoreline.
"I upset you, before."
A statement again, not a question. He understands that Anduin was upset, he doesn't need that part emphasising. It's more a question of... understanding.
Something that has, quite recently, burned him -- the desire to understand. Approaching these things has always been difficult for him, a game of tolerances and balances. The desire to understand balanced against the embarrassment and the difficulty in knowing how to learn what he did wrong, to understand enough to fix the situation.
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Wrathion's fingers tap against his coat sleeve still, eyes dropping uneasily back to the shoreline.
"I upset you, before."
A statement again, not a question. He understands that Anduin was upset, he doesn't need that part emphasising. It's more a question of... understanding.
Something that has, quite recently, burned him -- the desire to understand. Approaching these things has always been difficult for him, a game of tolerances and balances. The desire to understand balanced against the embarrassment and the difficulty in knowing how to learn what he did wrong, to understand enough to fix the situation.