Now that his primary concern has been addressed, he lapses into awkward silence, practically hovering by the entrance. Things have been awkward since the Moon Warp and he doesn't like it. But he's also not able to see a clear path forward to fix things. The uncomfortable feeling of uncertainty dogs him during every waking moment, haunting him when his time is idle.
It feels almost as bad as wanting an answer to the question of what his dead human self had done. Except... the big difference here is that he can actually talk to someone about it, even if the prospect of it makes him feel entirely more vulnerable than he ever has been. But he doesn't want to repeat the cycle and it's that determination that has him pull back his wings as he straightens.
"...Can we talk?" It isn't usual for him to seek this sort of permission, typically asking his questions directly without any preamble.
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Now that his primary concern has been addressed, he lapses into awkward silence, practically hovering by the entrance. Things have been awkward since the Moon Warp and he doesn't like it. But he's also not able to see a clear path forward to fix things. The uncomfortable feeling of uncertainty dogs him during every waking moment, haunting him when his time is idle.
It feels almost as bad as wanting an answer to the question of what his dead human self had done. Except... the big difference here is that he can actually talk to someone about it, even if the prospect of it makes him feel entirely more vulnerable than he ever has been. But he doesn't want to repeat the cycle and it's that determination that has him pull back his wings as he straightens.
"...Can we talk?" It isn't usual for him to seek this sort of permission, typically asking his questions directly without any preamble.