Askan's words were meant to clear the air, to make Cotton feel better but he couldn't help but worry that they weren't enough. Since when were they ever? He had no earth shattering advice to give, there was nothing he could say that would repair his wounded feelings. And yet, he wanted to try, so that had to mean something. He'd ran into the dork more than enough times to develop at least some sort of fondness for him. He was okay and he deserved to be happy, so at the very least Askan had to follow this through. He couldn't just give up on the kid because he wasn't saying what the Selwyn wanted to hear.
Cottongrass was a flighty thing when he was like this, Askan had realised he'd wanted to run a moment ago but at least now he had the mind to ask.It was just too bad that Askan wasn't going to say the words he was probably desperate for.
"It depends on where you're going and if I can come too." He knew full well that Cotton wasn't going to like that. So before he could freak again Askan supposed he ought to continue.As hard as it was."I just, I want you to try living with me in the field. Just try. And if it isn't for you, or you think we're mean and awful then you can go. We've never stopped others leaving before, not going to start now. I'm not good at this and clearly neither are you so lets just make it easier and meet in the middle."
It was either this or dragging the white mutt along by the scruff of his neck. The former might probably be easier in the short term but he wasn't really into the idea of abducting others and forcing them to do something or live somewhere they didn't want to. And Cotton? Well he deserved a whole lot better than that.
"So what do you say Cotton?"