At what moment in your life did you feel most proud?

[joxer_tm]

Sitting at a table in the quiet inn that Iolaus and he were staying in, Joxer sat looking at the piece of parchment that seemed to be glaring back up at him. The words were laughing at him; they had to be. Starting to write his answer...

'What am I most proud of? Is this some sort of cruel joke that the Gods are playing on me again? I really

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[iolaus_lj]

Iolaus looked down at the wadded up ball of parchament that bumped into his boot. Bending down, he picked it up and read the smeared ink. Nodding, he walked over to the table and sat down opposite Joxer.

"I think this," he said with good humor, pointing to a line, "Should read 'golden hunter. Golden hunger sounds like something Falafal threw together." He carefully smoothed out the prose on the table and looked up at his friend. "If I've never said it, then I'm a a golden ass, but I'm proud of you, Joxer. I really am. Herc would be, too. And Xena and Gabrielle. You've earned it."

[joxer_tm]

"Doing what? Tripping over my own feet? Getting in the way all the time? Or maybe making everyone sick with my cooking?" Covering his face with his hand, he couldn't even write properly, putting the wrong words down.

[iolaus_lj]

"By trying to do what's right and help others. All you needed was a bit of confidence in yourself, is all. But that didn't stop you from going in there and fighting the good fight. Not to mention, you're a good friend. You care about people, and that's important." He reached out and laid a hand on the younger man's arm. "You're being too hard on yourself."

[joxer_tm]

Looking out from between his fingers, "You think so? Because I can remember lots of times people telling me to get lost." Of course that hasn't happened lately.