Mm, yes. He's loyal. Stubbornly so. It would seem you two share that in common.
[Which wasn't a bad thing by any means. Morpheus does value steadfastness in others, even when it also means their stubbornness matches his own. He had also never really paused to consider his job as vast and difficult as it sounded when seeing Hob's reaction. Oh, he'd always taken it seriously. He held himself in such tight control because of all he had to balance to do it properly. Yet it had all been done with a simple 'shoulder to the wheel' mentality. Not anything particularly impressive, or worth someone caring for him over.
Hob seemed to disagree, and the tenderness with which he touched Morpheus's arm softened a hair of that rigidity inside the Dream Lord. A tenseness he was so used to holding that he'd forgotten even existed. Slowly, hesitantly, Morpheus moved one of his hands to rest on Hob's, fingers sliding between his.]
Yes. That is why.
[A beat. Then...]
No pulse.
[He said it quietly, moving Hob's fingers to see that there was, indeed, no pulse to be felt. That while Morpheus appeared in a human form to Hob, he very much was not one of them. He wanted Hob to know, as best he could, what he was getting into by them getting to know one another better.]
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[Which wasn't a bad thing by any means. Morpheus does value steadfastness in others, even when it also means their stubbornness matches his own. He had also never really paused to consider his job as vast and difficult as it sounded when seeing Hob's reaction. Oh, he'd always taken it seriously. He held himself in such tight control because of all he had to balance to do it properly. Yet it had all been done with a simple 'shoulder to the wheel' mentality. Not anything particularly impressive, or worth someone caring for him over.
Hob seemed to disagree, and the tenderness with which he touched Morpheus's arm softened a hair of that rigidity inside the Dream Lord. A tenseness he was so used to holding that he'd forgotten even existed. Slowly, hesitantly, Morpheus moved one of his hands to rest on Hob's, fingers sliding between his.]
Yes. That is why.
[A beat. Then...]
No pulse.
[He said it quietly, moving Hob's fingers to see that there was, indeed, no pulse to be felt. That while Morpheus appeared in a human form to Hob, he very much was not one of them. He wanted Hob to know, as best he could, what he was getting into by them getting to know one another better.]
Our differences don't bother you?