[He really doesn't get it. He doesnt get it, and Lalli doesn't really know why he expected otherwise. Why would he ever hope to get close to someone again?
He tried to fight it off. Everything was scary, and sure to sure, so he'd done his best to keep to himself. When he realized his heart beat harder around Emil, that he felt safer, that it was getting easier to smile...
The other people here didn't have this problem. They were normal, not broken like Lalli was. Not only had Emil not understood it was him that he was interested in, he had sounded dumbfounded that Lalli would even think about such a thing... And why shouldn't he? When Lalli was how he was... He bites hard at the inside of his cheek, like the pain in his chest isn't enough and that's going to encourage him not to make this same mistake again.]
No. I'm...tired. I'm going to go walk for a while.
( All of those small pricks of anxiety become sharp and piercing all of a sudden. It's rare, but if Lalli left right now, Emil wouldn't mind -- he doesn't know how to feel. He doesn't get what's really happening, though he thinks maybe he should. This was so quick and charged for some reason, he has to think about why. He doesn't want to, but that pressing knot in his throat and the magic he can feel literally heating his body...he has to.
"I'm not fighting," Lalli had said. This feels like fighting -- no, this feels worse. )
Do what you need to do. ( He can't help but think he's glad for sleep. He just took a nap, but he can surely take another. Lisko looks from Lalli, who they're clawing at to be held again, to Emil who slumps against the counter now, not making eye contact with anything but the floor. ) See you later.
[It's less fighting and more...flailing. Treading water because he's close to giving up. He looks down to Lisko, who isn't the source of all this pain, and...well...
Cautiously scooping them up, he sends a gentle pulse along the telepathic connection to Emil.]
I... Bye. I'll bring them back later.
[He'll have some lizardy hugs while he wonders why he doesn't cry if he feels so much like he could.
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He tried to fight it off. Everything was scary, and sure to sure, so he'd done his best to keep to himself. When he realized his heart beat harder around Emil, that he felt safer, that it was getting easier to smile...
The other people here didn't have this problem. They were normal, not broken like Lalli was. Not only had Emil not understood it was him that he was interested in, he had sounded dumbfounded that Lalli would even think about such a thing... And why shouldn't he? When Lalli was how he was... He bites hard at the inside of his cheek, like the pain in his chest isn't enough and that's going to encourage him not to make this same mistake again.]
No. I'm...tired. I'm going to go walk for a while.
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"I'm not fighting," Lalli had said. This feels like fighting -- no, this feels worse. )
Do what you need to do. ( He can't help but think he's glad for sleep. He just took a nap, but he can surely take another. Lisko looks from Lalli, who they're clawing at to be held again, to Emil who slumps against the counter now, not making eye contact with anything but the floor. ) See you later.
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Cautiously scooping them up, he sends a gentle pulse along the telepathic connection to Emil.]
I... Bye. I'll bring them back later.
[He'll have some lizardy hugs while he wonders why he doesn't cry if he feels so much like he could.
Leaving Emil all alone. With his cake.]