[Linhardt isn't surprised that Hubert knows exactly how much sleep Edelgard needs; he's been attending to her needs for what probably counts as forever, so his knowledge of that is...unsurprising, to say the least.
Still, he...kind of gets what the man is getting at--it's no less frustrating, because the more he thinks about it, the more it feels like a false platitude. It feels like he's not doing enough, that he needs to push himself harder because it's only a matter of time before they spring their plan and he doesn't want to get left behind and have to face the possibility of--
Linhardt's look gets surprisingly stormy, the more he thinks about it, and he winds up just...hiding his face in his book a bit. Trying to push the thoughts out. Push the anxieties out. He can't afford to hesitate, he can't afford to falter anymore, because it's not just Hubert he has to impress anymore.]
My sleep schedule has always been like this, yes. The sweet embrace of sleep has always proven far too tempting...but...
[On one hand, he does tire out pretty easily. On the other, he's...never had to properly manage his time for a day in his goddamn life, and lord knows he spends more time than anyone reading on crests and anything to do with crests? He doesn't have time for any of the other shit he should be doing, usually, because he's always stuck to what interested him.
...This is probably the biggest reality check that Linhardt's actually faced thus far, in hindsight.]
...No, never mind. It's likely an inane worry.
[He puts his book back down and goes back to reading, once again avoiding actually saying what's on his mind or acknowledging there's a problem. Because goddammit Lin.]
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Still, he...kind of gets what the man is getting at--it's no less frustrating, because the more he thinks about it, the more it feels like a false platitude. It feels like he's not doing enough, that he needs to push himself harder because it's only a matter of time before they spring their plan and he doesn't want to get left behind and have to face the possibility of--
Linhardt's look gets surprisingly stormy, the more he thinks about it, and he winds up just...hiding his face in his book a bit. Trying to push the thoughts out. Push the anxieties out. He can't afford to hesitate, he can't afford to falter anymore, because it's not just Hubert he has to impress anymore.]
My sleep schedule has always been like this, yes. The sweet embrace of sleep has always proven far too tempting...but...
[On one hand, he does tire out pretty easily. On the other, he's...never had to properly manage his time for a day in his goddamn life, and lord knows he spends more time than anyone reading on crests and anything to do with crests? He doesn't have time for any of the other shit he should be doing, usually, because he's always stuck to what interested him.
...This is probably the biggest reality check that Linhardt's actually faced thus far, in hindsight.]
...No, never mind. It's likely an inane worry.
[He puts his book back down and goes back to reading, once again avoiding actually saying what's on his mind or acknowledging there's a problem. Because goddammit Lin.]