[That takes more off of his shoulders than he thought. Bertolt reaches up to rub at his eyes with the back of his wrist, silently praying for his stomach to stop doing that thing and straighten itself out. He doesn't like feeling nauseated, thank you!
To try and take his mind off of it, he glances towards Marcel, then after a minute or two, he looks back up at Marco. Deep breathes, Bertolt. In, hold, and out.]
She did that to me, too. She does it to everyone. [It threw Bertolt for a loop because he lost his mother when he was small, but that's neither here nor there. Not right now.] I... Jean'll be really happy to see you.
YEAH.... this is always true
[That takes more off of his shoulders than he thought. Bertolt reaches up to rub at his eyes with the back of his wrist, silently praying for his stomach to stop doing that thing and straighten itself out. He doesn't like feeling nauseated, thank you!
To try and take his mind off of it, he glances towards Marcel, then after a minute or two, he looks back up at Marco. Deep breathes, Bertolt. In, hold, and out.]
She did that to me, too. She does it to everyone. [It threw Bertolt for a loop because he lost his mother when he was small, but that's neither here nor there. Not right now.] I... Jean'll be really happy to see you.