[ he's glad gil eats. it gives oushi some time to consider his words, even though technically he's had all this time to think them over... no amount of reworking the words ever seem to make them sound quite right, but he figures that's less to do with his own inadequacy and more, perhaps, to do with the strangeness of the situation itself.

at least he hopes so, anyway.

eventually, he just plows right on along, hoping his honesty might make up for the lack of grace. ]

Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanted to be the one to tell you — in case you haven't already figured it out by now... You know about the imprinting thing here, right?

[ he draws in a breath, snatches up a single nut from the bowl and works it between his thumb and pointer finger again and again and again. ]

I think we're that. It. Imprinted.

[ he looks from the nut, to the bowl, to gil himself. trying to gauge the other's reaction. ]

Sorry. I think it happened before anyone of us even knew what it was really about, or how to do it properly, and... I mean I think they're still trying to figure it all what. What it can do. How to undo it.

[ he shrugs, feeling like he's just rambling now. ]

Sorry.

[ now he's the one constantly apologizing. ]