The brute's expression was held a slightly sheepish form as she told him she was glad, on both accounts. He knew he had been foolish, but he had felt in those moments so lost and confused, on the verge of understanding something, something that had been to far from his understanding to be realised. He could not fully understand the possessiveness that Cru had no qualms with showing him, except perhaps if it had something to do with the pain Twig had gone through and a desire to be there and protect her. If it was in that light that Alpine could truly understand it, for he wanted nothing more then to ensure Twig's happiness.
He also could not understand the accusatory glare within that brute's eyes ? could he not see that Alpine wanted nothing more then to help Twig also? To see her happiness through, her life back on track so she can live truly once again? This was all about Twig, this had nothing to do with Alpine, or even Cru, could he not see that? This was not what Cru seemed to think it was, this desire to protect was a part of Alpine's make-up. Seeing Twig at the very beginning of her pain, seeing her go through that, it drew them together in a way nothing else could, it tied him to her. Cru needed to let go of his judgements, and allow Twig her happiness through her friendships, her ties, her family. He badly wished he could voice all this, put it into the right words, but he did not know how.
Twig spoke for the first time about Alpine being her best friend, and he almost glowed. He had not been certain she had seen him in the same light, but clearly it was so. ?And you are my best friend Twig, I would never want it otherwise? he breathed, casting a cautious glance to Cru, to see how he responded to this. In fact, Cru's words where good in Alpine directions, glad that he had been there for her. He was sure more where spoken, but they where lost to whisperers, and Alpine's ears pushed back ever so slightly at the way Cru so easily pushed him from the conversation. The way Cru was going, you would think Cru and Twig, where the lovers, he thought, almost bitterly.
"Speech"
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