[He cranes his neck just slightly to see his expression when he feels the first waves of sadness. He sees the tears, feels the anxiety and loneliness and anger and trauma.]
It's okay to talk about all of it. I'm not always good at that myself, but...
I at least understand how much things can hurt sometimes. In some of the ways you're feeling.
[He knows loneliness. He knows trauma. He knows anxiety and stress and anger - even if he'd been too terrified to direct that anger at Belos. Others had been able to get under his skin, like Kikimora.]
And I think I've gotten good at listening.
[He's here. Here and present and wrapping him up in a shroud of soft emotions that he'd have buried away back when he was the Golden Guard. He lets them loose now, purposefully makes them feel like a soft warm blanket pulled straight from the dryer. There is a vague thought that Dylan deserves to be the one wrapped up safe and warm this time.]
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[He cranes his neck just slightly to see his expression when he feels the first waves of sadness. He sees the tears, feels the anxiety and loneliness and anger and trauma.]
It's okay to talk about all of it. I'm not always good at that myself, but...
I at least understand how much things can hurt sometimes. In some of the ways you're feeling.
[He knows loneliness. He knows trauma. He knows anxiety and stress and anger - even if he'd been too terrified to direct that anger at Belos. Others had been able to get under his skin, like Kikimora.]
And I think I've gotten good at listening.
[He's here. Here and present and wrapping him up in a shroud of soft emotions that he'd have buried away back when he was the Golden Guard. He lets them loose now, purposefully makes them feel like a soft warm blanket pulled straight from the dryer. There is a vague thought that Dylan deserves to be the one wrapped up safe and warm this time.]