[Xerxes is trying to apologize; on some level, Reim knows this. The harrowing duty of tending to Duke Barma while he sits in bed shouting about his wedding plans (embarrassing) is nothing compared to the actually harrowing task that had been convincing Xerxes Break that it wasn't a mistake that he survived. Or at least shouting it at him until he stopped arguing about it.
So he supposes that, logically, he is owed some kind of apology for some whiny old man's sulking, but there's just so much going on and both of them are alive enough to argue in the first place, so—he doesn't have to do this.
Really, really doesn't have to... what is this food... Reim gives it a wary look before he startles, as usual, and automatically reaches behind him to grab Xerxes and drag him into the room. Maybe shake him a little? How dare he!!]
hey i don't deserve this treatment
So he supposes that, logically, he is owed some kind of apology for some whiny old man's sulking, but there's just so much going on and both of them are alive enough to argue in the first place, so—he doesn't have to do this.
Really, really doesn't have to... what is this food... Reim gives it a wary look before he startles, as usual, and automatically reaches behind him to grab Xerxes and drag him into the room. Maybe shake him a little? How dare he!!]
Don't fool around! What is this!!