It amazes me, how despite all the violence there is still enough in people for this sort of thing. The waves and... everything aside. There is a gentleness in all of it that people desire, I think.
Well, you saw that I was... different, when I was younger. After the war, I grew to crave the kind of liveliness I'd been missing, living in a nightmare like that. I picked up a real fondness for humor.
I think we all want something like that, whether we realize it or we don't. Something to help ease the hurt from the rest of it.
It's hard to heal from everything we see during hard times - war is like that... even then, the wound doesn't heal all the way.
[ but they nod, because he's right. he's hitting the nail on the head, really! ]
Sometimes humor's all we got, huh? Can't seem to find any bad jokes to make here... but if I could, I would.
[ lifting a hand but just kind of trying to still hold both hands with one. how? he's trying. he's just trying. just kind of gently boops gregor's chin. ]
Could just call this whole situation a bad joke of its own, 'ne?
[chin booped... his head tilts up slightly with the touch, and after a brief moment of surprise-- it gets a little grin out of him, a half-laugh at the gesture. a faint dusting of pink over his cheeks.]
... always keeping my head high, Io. How else am I supposed to look anybody in the eye?
[ it's saturday, and it's somber, but you know what. gregor needs a hug perhaps so just going to telegraph a lunge and scoop him into a hug, careful for any old injuries if this clown didn't get in a pod still. ]
[ squish this bug. but also laughs a bit as he sets him down. ]
I mean. Something something endorphins something something brain registering deep pressure and releasing oxytowhatever—
[ oh. they stop and blink a little at the hand on his cheek. bwah. they have not shaved, it's a little prickly. just. there's some hesitance here for a moment, mostly because what is a gentle touch like that sometimes, it always causes them to do a mental doubletake. ]
Yeah. Science says so. [ leans into it a moment. he does, unfortunately, look like maybe he could fall asleep standing. ]
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Well, I'm not the most knowledgeable guy about science, so I'll have to trust you on that.
[the hesitance is familiar. he knows it from himself, honestly, from his own lack of experience with gentleness like that, but he doesn't mind offering it to others when it's needed. it's just... unfamiliar in reverse.
for a second he just sort of watches him. observes the exhaustion, the way he looks like he really could just fall asleep.]
it's been a rough couple of days, it's been affection week, it has also been the most awkward several days of his life in a couple ways and you know what. not like that can get worse.
he just leans up to kiss him before he lets his hand drop from his face.
clears throat. shocked for a minute, he just wasn't expecting that. he looks like maybe the human equivalent of like a bsod. but the expression eventually just shifts to something with a softer smile. ]
I... won't be sleeping.
[ just to make sure he's being honest about it. until like. he passes out later and you find him and fckin tuck him in with a bug so. thinking this is the last time he saw him before he was wet tissue paper is kind of funny. ]
But you. [ he just. reaches out briefly and fluffs this man's hair. very softly. he lingers a little bit because he is just. still kind of surprised. please let him process what just happened. ] Rest well for tomorrow... alright?
[oh, good, this is going much better than it did with arthur. that's a relief.]
At least you're admitting to it...
[io fluffing his hair gets a little smile from him, too, cheeks still a little flushed. this is nice when it doesn't go extremely awkwardly, who knew...
well, it was nice with rodya too, but they were cursed, so. unreliable info.]
Don't know if I'll get much sleep until this is all over, either, but I'll try.
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[still giving him a little grin back, though. it was nice. maybe he needed that, after a day like this.
he's not letting go of his hand.]
Don't have to say sorry if I don't mind it, y'know.
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[ gentle squeeze. to both. ]
It amazes me, how despite all the violence there is still enough in people for this sort of thing. The waves and... everything aside. There is a gentleness in all of it that people desire, I think.
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[mm. he's quiet, for a few moments.]
Well, you saw that I was... different, when I was younger. After the war, I grew to crave the kind of liveliness I'd been missing, living in a nightmare like that. I picked up a real fondness for humor.
I think we all want something like that, whether we realize it or we don't. Something to help ease the hurt from the rest of it.
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[ but they nod, because he's right. he's hitting the nail on the head, really! ]
Sometimes humor's all we got, huh? Can't seem to find any bad jokes to make here... but if I could, I would.
[ lifting a hand but just kind of trying to still hold both hands with one. how? he's trying. he's just trying. just kind of gently boops gregor's chin. ]
We'll just have to keep our heads high.
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[chin booped... his head tilts up slightly with the touch, and after a brief moment of surprise-- it gets a little grin out of him, a half-laugh at the gesture. a faint dusting of pink over his cheeks.]
... always keeping my head high, Io. How else am I supposed to look anybody in the eye?
[too damn many tall people on this ship.]
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[ stop being so short then (he's average height) stop being so short. shrimp. ]
Get a stool.
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[making a FACE. he's short! it's not his FAULT.]
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[ a low chuckle. look at that dumb face. he pats his chest gently. easy, now. ]
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[huffs. he doesn't object to the pat, though.]
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[no kids no house no degree. damn.]
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[IO. PLEASE.]
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[ it's saturday, and it's somber, but you know what. gregor needs a hug perhaps so just going to telegraph a lunge and scoop him into a hug, careful for any old injuries if this clown didn't get in a pod still. ]
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[HE'S NOT EXPECTING TO GET SCOOPED! even if it's telegraphed a bit!
gregor lets it happen, though, regular arm reflexively hooking over his shoulders to hang on so he doesn't get dropped.]
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See? What did I say?
[ gently sets him down again after a few moments, but perhaps not without a little squeeze again. nudging his head with his own. ]
It's good for the blood.
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[good for the blood, bad for his heart. god. especially with that little squeeze and the nudge that goes with it.
you're killing your gregor. he reaches up to rest his human hand on io's cheek.]
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I mean. Something something endorphins something something brain registering deep pressure and releasing oxytowhatever—
[ oh. they stop and blink a little at the hand on his cheek. bwah. they have not shaved, it's a little prickly. just. there's some hesitance here for a moment, mostly because what is a gentle touch like that sometimes, it always causes them to do a mental doubletake. ]
Yeah. Science says so. [ leans into it a moment. he does, unfortunately, look like maybe he could fall asleep standing. ]
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[the hesitance is familiar. he knows it from himself, honestly, from his own lack of experience with gentleness like that, but he doesn't mind offering it to others when it's needed. it's just... unfamiliar in reverse.
for a second he just sort of watches him. observes the exhaustion, the way he looks like he really could just fall asleep.]
...hey, Io.
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What is it?
[ just starts to lift head up a little like is that bothering you? ]
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[and, well.
it's been a rough couple of days, it's been affection week, it has also been the most awkward several days of his life in a couple ways and you know what. not like that can get worse.
he just leans up to kiss him before he lets his hand drop from his face.
at least this time it was actually planned,]
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clears throat. shocked for a minute, he just wasn't expecting that. he looks like maybe the human equivalent of like a bsod. but the expression eventually just shifts to something with a softer smile. ]
I... won't be sleeping.
[ just to make sure he's being honest about it. until like. he passes out later and you find him and fckin tuck him in with a bug so. thinking this is the last time he saw him before he was wet tissue paper is kind of funny. ]
But you. [ he just. reaches out briefly and fluffs this man's hair. very softly. he lingers a little bit because he is just. still kind of surprised. please let him process what just happened. ] Rest well for tomorrow... alright?
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At least you're admitting to it...
[io fluffing his hair gets a little smile from him, too, cheeks still a little flushed. this is nice when it doesn't go extremely awkwardly, who knew...
well, it was nice with rodya too, but they were cursed, so. unreliable info.]
Don't know if I'll get much sleep until this is all over, either, but I'll try.