[the part of him that doesn't want to be touched right now is promptly overruled by the part that's further soothed with the contact-- he pauses, but he doesn't lean away.]
I really haven't mentioned them--? Er, Dante, if you've met before. Clock for a head, can't miss 'em. They're the Executive Manager of our branch of the company.
[he mutters with a shake of his head, though that doesn't keep him from leaning into sariel slightly. it's almost reflexive, rather than a conscious response.]
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[He offers, helpfully, though he can't guess at what the man is in need of. Still, he wants to stay here instead of passing by.]
[....It helps him, too.]
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[he takes the excuse readily. mental tiredness counts, right?
after a second, he gestures to the ground next to him.]
You don't have to stand around, bud.
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[He moves to sit.]
[And then scooches a little closer, bumping arms.]
Who is Manager Bud?
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I really haven't mentioned them--? Er, Dante, if you've met before. Clock for a head, can't miss 'em. They're the Executive Manager of our branch of the company.
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[...]
[Somehow he remembers them. But also doesn't. It feels fuzzy. A distant thing.]
I see. I guess they look after you.
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[who knows if he's doing Well at it, though.]
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[To return kindness, and care.]
You say trying...do you feel it is inadequate?
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[on account of, you know, having awful nightmares in their small shared apartment.]
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[Why does he feel like he's not doing so well at it?]
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I'll get past it. Just some sorta rough patch.
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[An important distinction.]
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[he is genuinely curious]
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[Gregor...]
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[a brief pause, before he decides to continue.]
Feels like I'm less, uh, present at the moment, is all. Beats me what's going on with my sleep.
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[His sleep....not sleeping well? He inches closer. Their arms are touching, now.]
You're tired, then. Maybe you need help to do that.
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[he mutters with a shake of his head, though that doesn't keep him from leaning into sariel slightly. it's almost reflexive, rather than a conscious response.]
Probably, uh. Not the safest right now.
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[A little sigh.]
I also have had bad dreams. I don't understand them. But surely...it's bad to have bad dreams. Why isn't it safe?
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[and with his arm, that's more dangerous than it'd be for someone normal.]
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[Ah. He thinks he knows what he's talking about.]
Do you sleep? And talk? During your sleep....?
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[ugh, he's going to have to get new sheets, he forgot about that...
well. maybe not yet. they'll probably just end up ripped too.]
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Or...someone to hold you as you sleep?
[He means this in a sincere way he doesn't know of any implications here.]
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[like anybody would just do that, anyway?]
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[...Huh. He frowns.]
I wasn't.
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