Work is family? Okay... Qrow will give him that. Abandoning the tribe - the family he'd been born into - had been so easy; ever since his semblance had manifested no one had wanted him around, anyway. And his relationship with his sister had always been strained, given how vastly different their perspectives could be on something as fundamental as the value of a life. It was no wonder he'd chosen to side with Tai, Summer, and Ozpin rather than return with Raven to the camp.
Obviously it's reflexive for Qrow to assign those complex details that he knows so intimately to a lucky guess by a very intuitive palm reader. Vaguely stated as it was, when combined with that inadvertent overshare of Molly's own non-existent biological family, it's just specific enough that Qrow gives a grunt of acknowledgement to signal to Molly that his reading hit home.
...which is probably what earns him the 'not open' comment that follows. Qrow huffs a laugh under his breath, and his little grin goes sardonic when Molly follows up with an underwhelming description of his luck as 'shit.' But overall, he's right. Unfortunately.
"Yeah, but we should all probably follow advice like that, so don't beat yourself up over it." Qrow shrugs, pulling his hands back with a chuckle. Molly hasn't turned him into a believer or anything, but Qrow has heard enough to be both mildly impressed and also ever-so-slightly creeped out about the prospect of a relative stranger reading too far into his life and all of its dysfunctions.
"Just a shame I've never been too great at that making good friends thing, so... it's like I said. My fortune's bad," Qrow reasserts, not too seriously at least, a finger raised in mock-lecture.
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Obviously it's reflexive for Qrow to assign those complex details that he knows so intimately to a lucky guess by a very intuitive palm reader. Vaguely stated as it was, when combined with that inadvertent overshare of Molly's own non-existent biological family, it's just specific enough that Qrow gives a grunt of acknowledgement to signal to Molly that his reading hit home.
...which is probably what earns him the 'not open' comment that follows. Qrow huffs a laugh under his breath, and his little grin goes sardonic when Molly follows up with an underwhelming description of his luck as 'shit.' But overall, he's right. Unfortunately.
"Yeah, but we should all probably follow advice like that, so don't beat yourself up over it." Qrow shrugs, pulling his hands back with a chuckle. Molly hasn't turned him into a believer or anything, but Qrow has heard enough to be both mildly impressed and also ever-so-slightly creeped out about the prospect of a relative stranger reading too far into his life and all of its dysfunctions.
"Just a shame I've never been too great at that making good friends thing, so... it's like I said. My fortune's bad," Qrow reasserts, not too seriously at least, a finger raised in mock-lecture.