He opens his eyes again, fixing her with his freaky lil multicolored stare.]
That, most likely. [There's a little flicker of a smile; he'd nod, if he wasn't comfortably situated.] It's no one in particular, really... There are just a lot of emotions, you know? A lot all at once. Even I have trouble processing that.
[You don't have to tag this back, this can just be a lil cap on their time together ;;]
That's okay. Sometimes too much of a good thing can hurt you. Not that all the sharing is good, but. I think it's very sweet that you're so receptive.
[She will begin to stroke his hair anew, this time more to calm than correct. It doesn't seem like he's against the touch. She knows some people don't like to be coddled, and that's okay too.]
Why don't we wait a little while together? If you need to sleep, I don't mind. You don't have to talk. [She smiles.] Whatever you need, I'm happy to help.
Aha, I don't know that I'd call it sweet... Silly, maybe! [He would have made better modifications if he knew he was going to be flavorblasted by 38 other people's emotions...
He does seem to be fine with this, though. The tender sort of pang in his emotions surfaces again; his smile is a little nostalgic, and the wistfulness makes him seem both older and younger than what his face alone would suggest.]
...It's been a looong time since anyone's fussed over me like this. [A little blip of mother.] You're kind of heart to be donating your time... Thank you very much. [A smile! It's smaller than usual, but the sort with a warmth genuine enough to make his eyes crinkle.] I won't take up too too much of your time, or it'd just be greedy of me, ehe! Buuut... maybe just another minute or two. We can still talk! I'll just rest my eyes for a moment.
[And he will! And maybe he'll end up dozing a little in this comforting familiarity right after struggling with his stupid, complex heart, and maybe that's fine.]
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He opens his eyes again, fixing her with his freaky lil multicolored stare.]
That, most likely. [There's a little flicker of a smile; he'd nod, if he wasn't comfortably situated.] It's no one in particular, really... There are just a lot of emotions, you know? A lot all at once. Even I have trouble processing that.
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That's okay. Sometimes too much of a good thing can hurt you. Not that all the sharing is good, but. I think it's very sweet that you're so receptive.
[She will begin to stroke his hair anew, this time more to calm than correct. It doesn't seem like he's against the touch. She knows some people don't like to be coddled, and that's okay too.]
Why don't we wait a little while together? If you need to sleep, I don't mind. You don't have to talk. [She smiles.] Whatever you need, I'm happy to help.
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Aha, I don't know that I'd call it sweet... Silly, maybe! [He would have made better modifications if he knew he was going to be flavorblasted by 38 other people's emotions...
He does seem to be fine with this, though. The tender sort of pang in his emotions surfaces again; his smile is a little nostalgic, and the wistfulness makes him seem both older and younger than what his face alone would suggest.]
...It's been a looong time since anyone's fussed over me like this. [A little blip of mother.] You're kind of heart to be donating your time... Thank you very much. [A smile! It's smaller than usual, but the sort with a warmth genuine enough to make his eyes crinkle.] I won't take up too too much of your time, or it'd just be greedy of me, ehe! Buuut... maybe just another minute or two. We can still talk! I'll just rest my eyes for a moment.
[And he will! And maybe he'll end up dozing a little in this comforting familiarity right after struggling with his stupid, complex heart, and maybe that's fine.]