( He listens — lets her say what she needs or wants to regarding the fight and just lays there in the bubble next to her. Well. There’s some distance between them and all, but. The point is he remains silent, cheek pressed to his arm and tries to imagine rather than dig into her mind how it must feel to be connected within a hivemind like that. To… be only a part of yourself, in a sense. It’s strange to think about and has him looking to her in a way that is both soft and sympathetic. )
There’s nothing wrong with caring.
( He says then, blue eyes on her. )
But I’m sorry you have to feel the way you do now for caring.
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There’s nothing wrong with caring.
( He says then, blue eyes on her. )
But I’m sorry you have to feel the way you do now for caring.