[ It's difficult in that time. Red opens his eyes once to know that Komaeda's really there, and then wonders why he is, why he's bothering to stay, in a way that he knows is his emotions thinking for him. He tries to shut them up with the rest that want to drag him down, and not thinking at all is the only way he knows to do it.
His mind never makes it easy. Charizard curls his log neck to meet Red's knee, refusing to be daunted by his unstable emotions, and he finally drops the ball to the safety of his lap to feel his starter under his hand. The fire of his tail has calmed, but Red can hear another in his ears. Another fire, burning with life inside that body.
It helps. When he opens his eyes, he keeps them on the pokémon. But in time, he finally speaks. ]
...I'm sorry. [ It seems like the best place to start. ] Since that day, I get worried about feeling too much of an emotion. People sell goods infused with emotions-- love, hope, joy. The thought of using them... it scares me.
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His mind never makes it easy. Charizard curls his log neck to meet Red's knee, refusing to be daunted by his unstable emotions, and he finally drops the ball to the safety of his lap to feel his starter under his hand. The fire of his tail has calmed, but Red can hear another in his ears. Another fire, burning with life inside that body.
It helps. When he opens his eyes, he keeps them on the pokémon. But in time, he finally speaks. ]
...I'm sorry. [ It seems like the best place to start. ] Since that day, I get worried about feeling too much of an emotion. People sell goods infused with emotions-- love, hope, joy. The thought of using them... it scares me.
I should've been more careful.