Hey Serenity, did you expect him to scrub at his face, after hearing all that? Because that's what he's doing, trying to tuck the blanket over himself so she won't see him tearing up. ]
No. No she doesn't. And yet she seems to know just what she wants to do. It only takes her a few moments to shift the snacks out of the way so she can scoot over and pull him into a gentle hug; holding his head against her chest and stroking his hair softly. She doesn't say anything-- doesn't even ask. Just... lets him have this time for a little bit.]
[ He startled when she hugs him -- he wasn't really expecting it, after all -- but soon he just lets himself rest there and begins sobbing.
It's so embarrassing that he's crying like this. But he can't help but feel so relieved to hear someone say these things to him. If he had heard this months ago, would things have turned out differently...? ]
[She continues to hold him as he cries. There's definitely a build up of emotion there that he needs to let out. So she continues to pet his hair patiently, giving him all the time he needs.]
[ It takes a while. There's so much ugly crying, after telling himself that -- crying won't change anything. He knows that. Like how crying didn't change anything for her, crying now won't change anything that's already happened for him. It won't change the things he knows are true: that there is a priority and rank to everything, that people are (should be, really) free to choose what they value, and that chances are he doesn't rate very highly for most people. It's nothing personal, even, he just...he shouldn't expect to be chosen, a lot of times. Don't set himself up for disappointment.
...He feels so childish, crying like this.
Eventually, the crying slows down, though he's still clinging to her. ]
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Re: Day 333, evening
Hey Serenity, did you expect him to scrub at his face, after hearing all that? Because that's what he's doing, trying to tuck the blanket over himself so she won't see him tearing up. ]
Re: Day 333, evening
No. No she doesn't. And yet she seems to know just what she wants to do. It only takes her a few moments to shift the snacks out of the way so she can scoot over and pull him into a gentle hug; holding his head against her chest and stroking his hair softly. She doesn't say anything-- doesn't even ask. Just... lets him have this time for a little bit.]
Re: Day 333, evening
It's so embarrassing that he's crying like this. But he can't help but feel so relieved to hear someone say these things to him. If he had heard this months ago, would things have turned out differently...? ]
Re: Day 333, evening
Re: Day 333, evening
...He feels so childish, crying like this.
Eventually, the crying slows down, though he's still clinging to her. ]