[He feels the hurt. The feels his own ache. He feels the deep pain Cater was experiencing. He feels the stings and cuts on his right hand. He feels the line drawn sharply down Cater's chest.]
[he sees a mess in front of himself and he also sees himself]
[Cater withdraws into a little ball and it feels familiar. He knows but it doesn't cross over into knowing. They still weren't that close. He couldn't say that he understood exactly what Cater was feeling. He was just now at the point where he could try to.]
[He reaches out a hand, like he's done so many times in this encounter, and sets it on Cater's arm. It isn't forcing its way into his space. He's allowed to keep his fortress of knees and wrapped arms. Idia's cool fingertips have been warmed by everything they've gone through.]
... nah, I probably... would have said the same sort of thing.
[An admittance of his own lashing out, or the kind he was capable of. They were both raw from the pain they'd experienced. A single brush against their nerves would inflame it and start a new wave. Still, he feels like a ghoul-shaped weight was off his shoulders. It was exhausting and it was tiring but it was all his in this moment.]
You're not easy to care about a- and neither am I.
[Idia closes his eyes and lets out a heavy breath.]
no subject
[he sees a mess in front of himself and he also sees himself]
[Cater withdraws into a little ball and it feels familiar. He knows but it doesn't cross over into knowing. They still weren't that close. He couldn't say that he understood exactly what Cater was feeling. He was just now at the point where he could try to.]
[He reaches out a hand, like he's done so many times in this encounter, and sets it on Cater's arm. It isn't forcing its way into his space. He's allowed to keep his fortress of knees and wrapped arms. Idia's cool fingertips have been warmed by everything they've gone through.]
... nah, I probably... would have said the same sort of thing.
[An admittance of his own lashing out, or the kind he was capable of. They were both raw from the pain they'd experienced. A single brush against their nerves would inflame it and start a new wave. Still, he feels like a ghoul-shaped weight was off his shoulders. It was exhausting and it was tiring but it was all his in this moment.]
You're not easy to care about a- and neither am I.
[Idia closes his eyes and lets out a heavy breath.]
... won't... tell anyone...