( his touch lingers at her shoulder, and tightens slowly as she forces herself to give him details she doesn't really want to share. they've insisted on honesty with each other, have they not? even truth that's ugly. truth that isn't easy to hear. his stomach roils in protest at the idea of what feels close to forced cannibalism, and he only has to imagine it. not experience it. )
Looked like theirs how? ( Matt, sadly, doesn't honestly have much concept of the wicked green glow of the green eyes. he can connect the dots that she means ... green, but details beyond that? he doesn't know. sadly that's not a piece of the puzzle his super senses can fill in.
still, when her stomach starts to revolt, he knows that it's not really a good time for her to answer. he lets her go, knowing that she's going to have to flee as fast as she possibly can for the bathroom. she doesn't have to suffer the experience alone, though — he'll be with her, trying to keep her hair out of the fray and a careful touch of comfort on her shoulder until it seems the worst of the vile is out. )
I'm with you, ( he promises, even though that's about all he can do for her right now. he won't push the subject of the spirits anymore, though the idea that consuming a spirit was connected to making the green eyes what they were is far from lost on him. it's just not worth it to keep pushing that subject any farther. not when she's still suffering the worst of it. )
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Date: 2020-05-10 02:47 am (UTC)Looked like theirs how? ( Matt, sadly, doesn't honestly have much concept of the wicked green glow of the green eyes. he can connect the dots that she means ... green, but details beyond that? he doesn't know. sadly that's not a piece of the puzzle his super senses can fill in.
still, when her stomach starts to revolt, he knows that it's not really a good time for her to answer. he lets her go, knowing that she's going to have to flee as fast as she possibly can for the bathroom. she doesn't have to suffer the experience alone, though — he'll be with her, trying to keep her hair out of the fray and a careful touch of comfort on her shoulder until it seems the worst of the vile is out. )
I'm with you, ( he promises, even though that's about all he can do for her right now. he won't push the subject of the spirits anymore, though the idea that consuming a spirit was connected to making the green eyes what they were is far from lost on him. it's just not worth it to keep pushing that subject any farther. not when she's still suffering the worst of it. )