Microwave My Smile

Attempting to be a good father for her, he listens. A subtle nod at her admission toward Sakana. If they had been attempting to hide emotions, they hadn't been doing a good job. He knew what it felt like to be in love, to fall for someone you didn't feel worthy of. It was no surprise to him that Siduri had fallen for the healer boy. Her heart was kind enough, in the right place, they just needed to get her head right. Which made him not the best guy to talk to considering his own situation, but nonetheless, he would be there.

Lifting his own gaze to meet hers, he raises a brow in question at her words. Even as she thumps onto the ground and covers her face, muffling her words, he can't help but sigh. "Siduri, what is normal?" Gilgamesh questions, shifting his weight over his paws before he too folds his legs beneath him and lays beside her in the dewy grass of the moor. "I hardly trust even myself most days," he speaks quietly, resting his chin across her shoulders. "Life is not about normal or trust. It is about survival. You do what you need to make sure you see tomorrow," the admittance of how he lived his days was rough to hear aloud, but it no lie.

"What is it that you don't trust?"

The Raid King, Gilgamesh