week 7 - friday night - but like super late (or early?)

[crazily]

[ After a certain conversation, Break and Rhys had back to their rooms, but before they part ways, Break beckons for Rhys to come inside. He seems to have something else he'd like to say, and as he closes the door after them, his expression softens, perhaps surprisingly. Break has been cold and detached all day, since perhaps that's just simply how he processes what happened today, but now grief shows in little parts of his expression. It's still a ghost of grief, like he's not comfortable with allowing anymore than this, but it's still more than anything else he had shown today.

And yet, what he actually says might be surprising. It's not about their conversation at all, but instead something much more practical. Though still, the fact that he has to ask at all is where that grief is coming from even if he tries to push it away. ]

I... don't like asking for help, but circumstances here at least make me know that I need to.

[ He says this extremely awkwardly, so it at least conveys the sense that he's completely telling the truth about being an awkward old grandpa that doesn't like asking for help. ]

Would you mind helping me out from time to time? I do fairly well on my own, but if it's anything that relies too much on sight, then I can't quite manage that. Reading, especially.