He will. I think he's already doing better. He comes to talk to me when he's feeling unsure about what he's meant to do, sometimes. I try to tell him that it's going to be okay. [ A hum. ] And that you won't ever hurt him, we're all brood after all.
[ She brings up the necklace as he asks, holding up to him as if to say - right here, see, never far from her. ] Did you want me to wear it?
He should talk to me, too. But, like, he's always shutting me out and stressing out whenever I say something to him. [ The audience wonders why, Petre. ] It's like you said, we're brood, so how the hell are we supposed to do anything if he doesn't even make an effort?
[ And now, an awkward silence in the audience.
This is all said while Angel brings up the necklace, catching his attention in the middle of his little rant. There it is. ]
[ That - isn't an easy answer. Takes a second to forumlate and so she stalls for time as she holds up the necklace, gently placing it around her neck. ]
Can you do it up at the back? Can't see.
[ She rakes her hair up out of the way, head dipped forward as she thinks, letting a silence fall for a moment. That he will do what she asks, she finds these days, is a strange given. A power she's not sure about. She cares for him, and has no interest in abusing that trust, that would never be her goal again. ]
[ His distraction sparks back to the surface when she makes the request. Blinking once, then twice, he shifts himself to collect both ends of the necklace in his hands, clasping it loosely. ]
[ She smooths her fingers over it as she ever does: mapping, tracing, memorizing. ]
Of course, you got it for me.
[ As if it were always as simple as that, but it's easily given, a moment where her head tilts and where he's doing up the clasp, she turns to brush her cheek against his fingers in affection.
Her words prickling in her to put it to him. ] Aoba's... different to us. He's very shut away. Sometimes I don't even think he knows how to talk to himself. [ Ha, ha, you're not funny Angel. ]
But people don't give themselves or trust for nothing. Not that I've ever seen. There has to be a mutual gain, right? Give him that and maybe it'll go differently. Show him, don't just say, that you're there for him. Like I do with you. [ She turns back to him, smiling, a cautious lift of her hand to brush against his hair. ] Do you understand what I'm saying? No one likes being called stupid, or being reminded that they might get eaten, or being dismissed. IF you give him reasons, he has more than enough of his own to try and trust you back.
[ Gentle as Angel and her words are, Petre still feels like he's being chastised, so he sulks accordingly. Eyes down, lips thinly pressed, curling his fingers into his palm. Yes, he's done those things, all because he resented Aoba for being so reticent, which caused a growing feedback or rejection, resentment, rejection. A ping-pong of tension that hadn't culminated in anything just yet. ]
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[ She brings up the necklace as he asks, holding up to him as if to say - right here, see, never far from her. ] Did you want me to wear it?
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[ And now, an awkward silence in the audience.
This is all said while Angel brings up the necklace, catching his attention in the middle of his little rant. There it is. ]
... I dunno. If you want to, I guess.
[ Weh. ]
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Can you do it up at the back? Can't see.
[ She rakes her hair up out of the way, head dipped forward as she thinks, letting a silence fall for a moment. That he will do what she asks, she finds these days, is a strange given. A power she's not sure about. She cares for him, and has no interest in abusing that trust, that would never be her goal again. ]
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I'm glad. That you like it.
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Of course, you got it for me.
[ As if it were always as simple as that, but it's easily given, a moment where her head tilts and where he's doing up the clasp, she turns to brush her cheek against his fingers in affection.
Her words prickling in her to put it to him. ] Aoba's... different to us. He's very shut away. Sometimes I don't even think he knows how to talk to himself. [ Ha, ha, you're not funny Angel. ]
But people don't give themselves or trust for nothing. Not that I've ever seen. There has to be a mutual gain, right? Give him that and maybe it'll go differently. Show him, don't just say, that you're there for him. Like I do with you. [ She turns back to him, smiling, a cautious lift of her hand to brush against his hair. ] Do you understand what I'm saying? No one likes being called stupid, or being reminded that they might get eaten, or being dismissed. IF you give him reasons, he has more than enough of his own to try and trust you back.
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... I guess.
But I never said I'd eat him.