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Unfrazzled, Leeroi boarded the train uncomfortably close to the departure time. Riding in a private booth allowed him the privilege to take his time boarding, as his bags were taken care of and sent up by drones, he assumed. Leisurely, he traveled towards his cabin further back in the train, when a particular tealblood stood out to him.

"Hemera Moachm," Leeroi addressed her with a laugh, leaning his elbow on the headrest of the chair. He gave the tealblood a confused once-over. "I didn't take you for a troll that rode coach," he said, trying not to be too over-pompous with his tone. Hemera struck him as the type who would want her personal space if she could get it, and Leeroi knew she was high-blooded enough. He shook his head. It wasn't worth over-thinking.

"Come on," He jerked his head back in the direction of his cabin. "You deserve better sleep after all that happened," he added, and without waiting for an answer he took a step back to peek into the overhead storage. "Which of these is yours, huh?" He asked, eyes peeled for a sign of teal or a label with a name.

"Yeah, I've got one of those cushy private cabins," he explained, moving to the side to clear a path for the tealblood to get up. "You can have all the fancy pillows to yourself. Not to mention you can lay down." He smiled. He wasn't expecting Hemera to be good company. He was just doing the right thing. Chittentown's great savior deserved better, even if he was a bit jealous of that fact.

"Change your name? And after I've worked so hard to learn it?" He teased, leaning towards her with a smirk. "Or have you just been changing it every time you've embarrassed yourself around me?" He laughed, pulling away and gesturing for her to follow him further back into the train.

Hemera's erratic steps didn't go unnoticed by Leeroi, but he did choose to ignore it for the sake of her keeping her own dignity. Besides, he was never one to coddle when another lacked strength. Trolls had to be tough for their own sake, if they wanted to be heroes, and surely Hemera had placed herself on such a pedestal. Leeroi could carry her bags, but that was more to assure that she would actually follow him and not just ignore him completely.

He hummed, keeping his attention on the path in front of him. He did smile back once at Hemera, glad to see the tealblood had enough fight in her for bantering. Leeroi wasn't surprised, but that didn't make him any less happy.

Arriving at their cart, Leeroi peeked in the row of compartments for the one with his luggage. Upon finding it, he slid the door open and left it as such for Hemera. With an eager step he plopped down on one of the long booths, kicking his feet up with an exaggerated stretch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said to Hemera, a bright smile spreading across his face.

Without moving much, Leeroi pointed to the bags in the storage compartment above his head. "They're with me," he explained, "They're always with me. Not sure if there's a different protocol for coach, but I'm not in coach." Leeroi shrugged, turning his head over to Hemera.

"They sleep pretty soundly during travel. I make sure of that. They get sleepy treats and warm milk and get wrapped up in their blankets like little burritos." He made a vague burrito shaped gesture for emphasis. "If they do cause a fuss I can hold them or let them run around and get their energy out." Hell, the gerbils used more space in the booth than he typically did. Leeroi just claimed a side and slept as much as he could, typically.

Reaching over for his side's fancy pillows, he threw them individually at Hemera, adding little "woop"s for humorous effect. "There you go, now you can get comfy," He laughed softly, resting his arms behind his head with nonchalance.

Leeroi felt heat rise to his face. Hemera wasn't really complimenting him per se, or was she, in her own weird way? "My team, my gerbil team... They're important to me," Leeroi admitted. They were fluffy little stars of gold in his eyes, but perhaps Hemera didn't need to hear that. He turned his blushing face away until Hemera asked another question.

"What is this, a quiz show? I thought you said you weren't going to be social?" Leeroi let out a hearty laugh. He was in a good enough humor, plus he never really minded talking about himself at length. He sat up from his seat to face Hemera again.

"Yes, I get phantom pains. Losing my arm wasn't exactly clean, if you could imagine." Leeroi admitted, instinctively feeling for the base of his prosthetic. "It's lessened with the prosthetic, which is why I'm wearing this garbage thing right now, anyways." He waved his claw generally, showing off the limited functionality. Smiling weakly, he opened his mouth to ask Hemera a question back.

"Why do you ask? You want one for yourself?" He joked, leaning back in his seat.

Curiosities. Sure. Why hadn't Hemera just asked before now? Leeroi wasn't one to keep his questions to himself. In fact, one had been bugging him for a long time now. But was it really a curiosity? It wasn't small talk like Hemera was initiating. Leeroi wasn't into small talk. He had a big question and stomaching it was starting to feel terrible.

Hemera was clearly starting to fall asleep. Leeroi bit his lip with a frown. This wasn't the best time to drop a question bomb. Or was it? He knew this way he might just get an honest answer out of the tealblood. She'd keep dodging around it otherwise. But it didn't seem fair.

In the end, Leeroi's impatience won out. "Hemera?" The blueblood spoke up, voice full of genuine concern. "Do you even like me?" He asked, face turned away in some part embarrassment and contemplation. His hands were fidgeting at a rapid pace, with the more metallic claw making a pained, rusted attempt at movement.

Leeroi's concerned expression softened. Swirling through a mixture of emotions, it was hard to tell what was on his mind. Disheartened by the original crassness, and confused by following string of compliments, Leeroi took a long time to think before responding.

He was an a*****e. He was abrasive, not everybody liked him. He knew that. He knew that very well. Typically, he assumed the worst in his haters and didn't let it bother him. The idea of Hemera not liking him bothered him. Why? He didn't really know.

Leeroi never considered himself to be sweet, but he supposed it wasn't a negative trait. His gerbils were sweet and they were perfect in every way. Being called intimidating, regardless of Hemera's intentions, felt good to him. Thinking about it brought a bit of blush to his face. That and the fact that she liked what she saw in him.

Then the tables were turned. He had to admit he anticipated that she'd want to know his opinion, too. It wasn't so hard to feel something for Hemera, but it was difficult for the blueblood to put it into words. Words he'd take the time to think about, at least. "You're smart. You've got a lot of concern for others. I think you want what's best," Leeroi explained, attention pulled to the window of the train. His hands had since stopped fidgeting.

"I think you think too much. And you're wasting your time trying to get me to think like you." Leeroi laughed, a soft whistle through his sharp teeth. "You worry too much about appearances," he explained, pausing for a good moment to phrase his words, "but I like you most when you let your guard down." He smiled, biting his lip for a moment. Quickly, his eyes flickered back to Hemera for a reaction.