She set down her water glass with a thud, the motion clinking the silverware. “You’re what with the Princess?!” She blurted out, her face flushed red. She felt a whirl of emotions roll through her and she sat back, taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes, gathering her scattered thoughts.
“When did this, er, happen. And when were you going to tell me?” She frowned. “I don’t like it that you kept this from me.”
“I meant to tell you as soon as I saw you,” He rested his elbows on the table, massaging his temples. “With how furiously these field deployments have been dispatched, that meant that now was sadly the first chance I had.”
His sister’s reaction made him feel an unmistakable pang of guilt. After all, she should have been who knew first above all else. She was, granted, but not so late.
“It all started before I last left, very quickly before that.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair.
She raised an eyebrow. “Personal level? What do you mean, Shining?” She pondered exactly how much time her brother had been spending with the Princess. She didn’t doubt they were busy with planning, but something about his words struck her as…odd.
He bit his lip, trying to avoid her gaze. This was, admittedly, a discussion he knew was coming; but he was still nervous, reluctant even to talk to anyone, even his own sister.
“Well…” He began, not looking at her. “Her Majesty and I… We’re a couple. Like, dating and all that.”
She tilted her head, smiling but a bit confused. “Oh, she didn’t seem so joyful to me the other day. Yet I don’t see her often, so perhaps you would know better.”
He nodded, giving his sister a sigh of concern. It was true, Celestia was less than joyful of late, wasn’t she? After all, reports the likes of which the media ran would grate at anyone.
“She has been bothered by the reports,” The Captain acknowledged. “Though on a more personal level she remains as resolute and joyful as ever; an admirable quality, to be sure.”
Twilight nodded, though catching on his words. “You think you are able to?” She wasn’t aware of their closeness, other than the fact she looked to him on matters of the fighting.
She sipped her water slowly, sighing. “I’ve tried to do the same actually. She’s come to check out some books to serve as a distraction but I feel just awful that I can’t help more.” She clenched the fist in her lap. “I hate feeling so useless.”
“I’m positive I will.” He smiled, sipping his water. “Especially recently, she’s been a huge support for me, and a huge source of joy, too.”
She nodded, understanding. “Rather quiet, actually. As far as I’ve been concerned anyway.” She bit her lip, her fingertip running around the edge of her water glass. “Though I do worry about the Princess. The media hasn’t been kind to her of late about the war.”
He placed his head in one hand, sighing exasperatedly. “The thing about that is, well, they’ve got every right to speak up and be upset. It isn’t fair that they unload that on Her Majesty, though; after all, the effort is not her burden alone.”
“I can only hope I’m able to lift her spirits, even slightly. She deserves to feel as joyful as any one of us.”
Her smile widened a bit as she gazed back into his eyes and nodded. ”Well, I would like to be your friend too, Shining Armor.”
“Thank you, Pinkamena,” He beamed, extremely happy to have found someone to call a friend. “I’m sure we’ll get along wonderfully, given the start we’ve had so far.”