Dai says:

*has an anguished fit of mingled nostalgia and longing*

Dehan says:

*nuzzles you gently, sighing* I'm sorry...

Dai says:

Nostalgia for past ... longing for fantasy ... peculiar combination, exquisitely painful.

Dai says:

I can't decide which, if offered, I'd choose....

Dai says:

Probably the fantasy, actually.

Dehan says:

*snuggles a bit closer, quiet now, content to watch you and having her own dose of confusion thrust into the fore of her emotions right now*

Dai says:

*settles himself onto the floor, pulling you into his lap, wraping one arm firmly around you and twining the fingers of the other in the strands of your hair* We're always confused.

Dai says:

I'd add a penciled note into the margin of your book: "These character types tend to confuse themselves and other peoples by their bizarre and fluctuating emotional states."

Dehan says:

*curls there contentedly, resting her head on your shoulder, eyes drifting slowly closed, voice almost sleepy... relaxed* Ahh, but we seem to find even more confusion in each other than in the world in general.

Dehan says:

Volatile contents - may explode on contact. *pencils this in*

Dai says:

Yes, I can usually deal with the world with tolerable efficiency ... perhaps compatibilty and confusion are connected.

Dehan says:

More than likely... love is blind, and when you can't see you get VERY confused, I'd say. Particularly if a few weeks ago you could see just fine.