[ He’s sure as hell not about to press his ear up against some terrified little girl, but he doesn’t really need to in order to get a good idea of how much this smaller version of Gray is hurting. Those little trembles in his arms are more than telling enough, and Gen frowns to himself as he tries to keep his grip gentle against that tiny, delicate weight in his hands.
And here, he’d almost been able to forget at times that Gray hails from a completely different world from his own. They might have both been born to shitty, insular hometowns that even now refuse to relinquish them easily from their shackles, but Gray’s hometown was more than just a too-small cage, wasn’t it? ]
… I can’t do anything with that information.
[ And while Gen has no qualms about pointing out the fact that, yes, Gray is beating around the bush with that explanation, he at least has the minimum tact to say it in a slightly less abrasive fashion than he could have.
The tiny Gray in his arms curls up smaller, shivering, and the larger Gray must feel the way Gen’s emotions prickle with discomfort and nervous energy. Though if she’s wondering if it’s her and her circumstances that Gen is feeling so ill at ease about then, she’ll get her answer soon enough as Gen grits through their mental connection: ]
Tell me something more useful first. Like — what made you feel better when you were like this. Where should I take her.
[ ‘What should I do to help?’ Because while Gen is supremely unaccustomed to being kind to small children and is thus feeling appropriately nervous, he’s at least willing to make the effort in this moment, if only because it’s for Gray’s sake. Any questions of what exactly is going on with this younger version of her can wait until after this more pragmatic issue has been addressed. ]
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And here, he’d almost been able to forget at times that Gray hails from a completely different world from his own. They might have both been born to shitty, insular hometowns that even now refuse to relinquish them easily from their shackles, but Gray’s hometown was more than just a too-small cage, wasn’t it? ]
… I can’t do anything with that information.
[ And while Gen has no qualms about pointing out the fact that, yes, Gray is beating around the bush with that explanation, he at least has the minimum tact to say it in a slightly less abrasive fashion than he could have.
The tiny Gray in his arms curls up smaller, shivering, and the larger Gray must feel the way Gen’s emotions prickle with discomfort and nervous energy. Though if she’s wondering if it’s her and her circumstances that Gen is feeling so ill at ease about then, she’ll get her answer soon enough as Gen grits through their mental connection: ]
Tell me something more useful first. Like — what made you feel better when you were like this. Where should I take her.
[ ‘What should I do to help?’ Because while Gen is supremely unaccustomed to being kind to small children and is thus feeling appropriately nervous, he’s at least willing to make the effort in this moment, if only because it’s for Gray’s sake. Any questions of what exactly is going on with this younger version of her can wait until after this more pragmatic issue has been addressed. ]