[ gideon's words grab ray's attention. they aren't simply unexpected, they're ... exactly what he thought he'd wanted to hear. what he thought would lift some of the weight from his chest-- an acknowledgment that despite being misguided, his intentions had been good.
but his chest still feels too tight, his stomach still queasy. he's grateful, of course, and that it comes from gideon is actually no small thing. she doesn't speak words just to make people feel better, the way humans do. and yet the way she says them now seems very much human. ]
Oh. I-- I probably should have asked you for help, huh?
[ his own conciliation, of a sort. he nods then, a little late but only once he's released some of the tension he'd been holding onto. this is all a bit much, and the fact that it doesn't make him feel what he thought it would is going to take a bit more time to process. quieter, then: ]
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but his chest still feels too tight, his stomach still queasy. he's grateful, of course, and that it comes from gideon is actually no small thing. she doesn't speak words just to make people feel better, the way humans do. and yet the way she says them now seems very much human. ]
Oh. I-- I probably should have asked you for help, huh?
[ his own conciliation, of a sort. he nods then, a little late but only once he's released some of the tension he'd been holding onto. this is all a bit much, and the fact that it doesn't make him feel what he thought it would is going to take a bit more time to process. quieter, then: ]
I'm sorry for blowing up at you.