Shy2Infinity
Professional daydreamer
Maybe it wasn't fair of them to feel as such, but they felt oddly... Put off, that their comfort wasn't enough. It suddenly felt like a wall had been erected between them that made whatever they tried to do useless. They weren't sure what to do or say, so why try at all? While they had said that they wanted to be friends, he was so different from the person they used to know. And they... Were different as well. They didn't even know how to keep friends anymore.
And they knew that if he didn't want to do this, they couldn't force him to. A million thoughts crowded their head, every single possibility that they abruptly shot down. It was useless. Nothing they could say or do was good enough. And they had half a mind to tell him that he was better off not getting involved in those storms. Their mouth even fell open to tell him... Warn him of the risks, their gloved hand twitching and then balling into a fist. Of course, their mouth snapped closed once more and they abruptly stood.
It'd be their luck that they would confess, and then he'd feel all the more pressure to help them.
They stood still for a moment, staring down at him... Lost. Clearing their throat, their voice leaves on a soft note, "I'm going on ahead to the tailors. I'm convinced that I can find something that would fit you, so..." They turn on their heel and leave him there on the floor, hiding their shaking hands through the folds of their cloak.
And they knew that if he didn't want to do this, they couldn't force him to. A million thoughts crowded their head, every single possibility that they abruptly shot down. It was useless. Nothing they could say or do was good enough. And they had half a mind to tell him that he was better off not getting involved in those storms. Their mouth even fell open to tell him... Warn him of the risks, their gloved hand twitching and then balling into a fist. Of course, their mouth snapped closed once more and they abruptly stood.
It'd be their luck that they would confess, and then he'd feel all the more pressure to help them.
They stood still for a moment, staring down at him... Lost. Clearing their throat, their voice leaves on a soft note, "I'm going on ahead to the tailors. I'm convinced that I can find something that would fit you, so..." They turn on their heel and leave him there on the floor, hiding their shaking hands through the folds of their cloak.