[They really are a child and he thinks it in the best way. What a simple desire, a simple want, to have someone think you're "cool". He's built a career on changing and informing people's impressions, and his smile stays as understanding and gentle as before.]
Don't worry, dear, I won't judge you for any tears. If anyone deserves to shed them right now, it's you.
[He lifts his other hand, slow and tentative, to rest lightly on the other side of Chara's hands so that they are holding each other. He keeps it slightly hovered, to let them slip away if this move was too bold.]
Besides, I balanced a tea cup on my head and recited a haiku when we met. I find it extraordinary that you still would find me cool in some capacity. Though I do appreciate it.
[Keep it light. Keep up the jokes. Don't let it get too heavy or else their heart may not be strong enough to hold itself up and empty itself out like they need to.
He wishes they could feel his SOUL right now. Feel its gentle pulse, the understanding that runs deeper than even he wants to admit. He thinks they'd do well to feel it. ...But the thought of sharing his SOUL with anyone other than maybe Napstablook is terrifying. He buries the desire for connection under a well-practiced and fluffed ego, a personal barrier from the world that no amount of souls can break.]
This CR stalked me down a dark alleyway and stole my pocket change and left a rose in its stead
Don't worry, dear, I won't judge you for any tears. If anyone deserves to shed them right now, it's you.
[He lifts his other hand, slow and tentative, to rest lightly on the other side of Chara's hands so that they are holding each other. He keeps it slightly hovered, to let them slip away if this move was too bold.]
Besides, I balanced a tea cup on my head and recited a haiku when we met. I find it extraordinary that you still would find me cool in some capacity. Though I do appreciate it.
[Keep it light. Keep up the jokes. Don't let it get too heavy or else their heart may not be strong enough to hold itself up and empty itself out like they need to.
He wishes they could feel his SOUL right now. Feel its gentle pulse, the understanding that runs deeper than even he wants to admit. He thinks they'd do well to feel it. ...But the thought of sharing his SOUL with anyone other than maybe Napstablook is terrifying. He buries the desire for connection under a well-practiced and fluffed ego, a personal barrier from the world that no amount of souls can break.]