It is and Childermass can't help but be glad he doesn't have to spell it out entirely for the other man.
Although, that hopelessness earns a more puzzled look than any of the disapproving or sharp looks from before. He supposes he can empathize, considering how much of what was Portland and what lingers even now refuse to stop plaguing his thoughts. The Winter Court, the Summer Fae mistaking him for something he shouldn't be. Lingering resentment, lingering attraction. Piece by piece he could pick it apart, examine it, and possibly discard, but all together?
"Because you're a distraction," he says after a pause, trying to settle on how exactly to put this. There's a lot of other things Lambert happens to be, as well, but that's what this boils down to, what he's trying to get out. "You were before Portland and you're far worse of one now."
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Although, that hopelessness earns a more puzzled look than any of the disapproving or sharp looks from before. He supposes he can empathize, considering how much of what was Portland and what lingers even now refuse to stop plaguing his thoughts. The Winter Court, the Summer Fae mistaking him for something he shouldn't be. Lingering resentment, lingering attraction. Piece by piece he could pick it apart, examine it, and possibly discard, but all together?
"Because you're a distraction," he says after a pause, trying to settle on how exactly to put this. There's a lot of other things Lambert happens to be, as well, but that's what this boils down to, what he's trying to get out. "You were before Portland and you're far worse of one now."