[ oh.. that was interesting. a part of him wants to dig at them just to see what happens, but mostly tretij is grateful that her mind is foreign enough that it feels 'quiet'. it's easy to tune out things that he doesn't easily or automatically understand, and he finds himself latching onto that peace with something like desperation, wrapping his mind slowly around hers to try to block out everyone else's around him.
the actual question makes him blink, struggling suddenly just to comprehend it. he's-- exhausted. it's hard to think when he's so tempted to just wrap himself up in the quiet and ignore everything else. his head aches.
health problems? discomfort? what bizarre questions. does it actually matter what he feels? he's spent so long learning to ignore the needs and complaints of his physical body that he doesn't know how to answer that. but.. it's just a reflexive question, right? something they ask everyone.
he shakes his head, cautious, ragged nails scratching uncomfortably at the skin around the mid, trying to get his fingers under it. talk, he parrots back in her voice, cobbling together a response from the words she'd spoken to him, to you. ]
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the actual question makes him blink, struggling suddenly just to comprehend it. he's-- exhausted. it's hard to think when he's so tempted to just wrap himself up in the quiet and ignore everything else. his head aches.
health problems? discomfort? what bizarre questions. does it actually matter what he feels? he's spent so long learning to ignore the needs and complaints of his physical body that he doesn't know how to answer that. but.. it's just a reflexive question, right? something they ask everyone.
he shakes his head, cautious, ragged nails scratching uncomfortably at the skin around the mid, trying to get his fingers under it. talk, he parrots back in her voice, cobbling together a response from the words she'd spoken to him, to you. ]