Well founded as your attitude was from trekking this way and that throughout the cavernous city you deemed your home, ill placed was the temperament onto the blond. Oh, given the smaller male had deterred you from your course and had the snow dusted pavement littered with your belongings… It was not intended, bothersome as it was.
─ ❝ I’ve got it. ❞
Firm the response when his offer held not his backbone. What remained in your arms with the collision was shuffled back into some form of an organized mess before amethyst had come to center upon him. Expectantly; the implication for wanting what belonged to you to be returned worn with tired eyes and displeased lines.
─ ❝ I just want to bring these back to where I got them from and go back to my shop, if that’s alright with you. ❞
There was a quick shake to the mop of blonde hair, waggling strands moving with him as he makes a motion to make a gesture. He does not see the eyes that look with displeasure at what must appear to be a young, foolish man –if that– trying to be polite. Lips quiver, moving to open, close, before opening once more.
"Please.“
Green gaze is diverted, but it slowly lifts, allowing for the warm ( if scared) eyes look to tired hues. There is no ill-will towards the situation, even if it were to lead towards harsh insults thrown. He invites with a stubborness to join. To be beside one for a short journey to take what little burdens from the older and keep going.
”They look and s-seem sort of heavy, I don’t mind at all … so p-please … let me help … it’s the least I could do.“
And that is when he smiles. It’s weak, and there is a slight hesitation to it, yet it is there. Warm, genial … ”If n-not because of my reasons, because it will get me to stop bothering you sooner, y-yeah?“
