Both. It's not like there's a way to measure feelings. You can't hold them, you can't quantify them. Even if you rate them on a scale, they're still... not really measurable.
Facts - hard, quantifiable facts - are things that are easier to hold onto. You can say when something is true or not. Feelings aren't like that.
And a lot of the human - or... humanoid - mind is made up of feelings. I don't like that.
Yes. Feelings are felt. [ she tries her very best to put herself in his shoes, though. if she were one who needed to see things to believe it, than it would be hard to get a grasp of something so untageable. falco is thinking, and thus perle shares in his thinking. there is an idea, that's forming, and she'd like to put it out there for possible consideration— maybe help? ] Would it help if you experienced them for yourself? Or knew what someone else was thinking?
[ perle takes that in and extends her wing to receive the finger nudging a scratch within it. hm, she hums, thoughtful and indulgent. she hopes this works. she'd like to see them both happy. ]
Well, then. Look sharp. You have company making a swift return.
[ falco is at the door, coming through— in new clothes, a bag, and a golden retriever in tow. he looks a touch less sweaty. grimy— maybe he's quickly showered again, but maybe it's the thinking. and, of course, perle sending him comforting vibes. ]
[ falco shakes his head, adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder and begins opening it. he didn't want to say he wasn't hungry, even if his stomach was just sort of— blegh. perle keeps a watchful eye on him in a way that knows exactly what he's thinking. yes! her thoughts exactly! ]
I can get them for us, if you want. And um— I washed your clothes. [ they're in his bag, and he lifts it up, tucked within another smaller paper bag. confetti helped with the quickness of it while he gathered his belongings to stay the night. ] Thanks.
[ perle’s beak is sealed, for the most part. what is between her and jun is between them, privacy respected. falco nods, but slowly— he’s not exactly accepting of jun moving around when his joints were already painful. ]
I’ll be okay. [ he attempts a smile, slightly strained in his attempt to when his face muscles were so tense, but what comes next is a soft incline as he sets his things close to a chair.] You really should be resting.
Probably, but I"m just going to get stiff if I don't move...
[Nope, he's following Falco.]
There's some bread in the cupboard, and a little meat and some vegetables in the refrigerator. If you haven't eaten in a while you should start with something simple just to settle your stomach.
[ falco wrinkles his nose, but follows the instructions for the food to set on the table. the foods and following, the plates. maybe he'll just have a bread slice— but he nods at the offered advice properly. ]
[ falco shakes his head and takes a seat along with their supplied snacks. it’s a few moments until he manages speaking up with caution, all whilst munching on a (possibly prepared by help of jun) simple sandwich. ]
On the way back here . . . I was thinking of something.
[ even after giving it thought on the way over, he’s still giving it thought now, before he speaks up. perle, now perched behind the chair he sits him, gives him an encouraging nudge. ]
[ b-before he even asked directly—! falco tries not to look flustered as he puts the words together, and perhaps shoves a little bit more bread into his mouth to help with the pause. ]
You choose— there’re bonds that are telepathic, or empathic, or even just sharing physical sensation . . . That is, [ he swallows before finishing, ] if you’d . . . Want to do that with me?
[There'd be no reason for Falco to bring it up unless he wanted to do something like that with him. He holds his tongue on 'don't talk with your mouth full' - now's not the time.]
... I don't want to have you known what I'm thinking. Sorry, I just... I can't...
[His own thoughts are complicated enough. He doesn't need someone else getting in on that, too.]
No, that, um— [ falco turns a shade darker and prefers to look at his lap for a few moments. ] People only do that one here when they— usually want to get married, so, [ after a pause, he shakes his head. no. definitely not. especially when he's trying to get over that. ] I was thinking the one where we could . . . Feel. If we're okay or not, if we're afraid or if we need each other.
It's okay if you'd still feel uncomfortable. I'd understand.
[ —best friend? the blisters of green on his face from the earlier flush haven’t left, but have become softer and blurred. he’s worried about being useful, even— ]
. . . For me, too. [ best friends. it felt good. ] I wasn’t just thinking . . . Physical danger. You’ve helped so much already— with this feeling. Being with you did that.
[ and after a pause, he confesses a fear he’s been feeling the most. ]
I don’t want to be alone. And you . . . Don’t make me feel that way.
[He takes a deep breath and nods, trying to keep his breathing even.]
You've... you've helped me too. With... with that. I don't... I don't want to be alone. I've been alone before - truly alone - and I don't... I don't want to feel like that again.
[ falco puts a hand on the boy's arm, just above the wrist. he's touched to hear that and has to put his food down to think about it. it could be . . . something good, but it'd only be good if they were both actively inclined. he didn't want to force jun. ]
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Facts - hard, quantifiable facts - are things that are easier to hold onto. You can say when something is true or not. Feelings aren't like that.
And a lot of the human - or... humanoid - mind is made up of feelings. I don't like that.
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[ or would that be too confusing, she wondered? ]
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I just... I mostly understand my feelings, most of the time. I'm good at reading people, at least their faces. But further in? It's a mystery.
[He scritches her at her wing joint, careful not to put too much pressure on it.]
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Well, then. Look sharp. You have company making a swift return.
[ falco is at the door, coming through— in new clothes, a bag, and a golden retriever in tow. he looks a touch less sweaty. grimy— maybe he's quickly showered again, but maybe it's the thinking. and, of course, perle sending him comforting vibes. ]
We're back.
And fresh! I cannot stand that muck.
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Good. I'm glad that you're feeling better.
[His omen goes in for a sniff at Jun's side and he sighs, rolling his eyes again at the dog and gently pushing the omen's nose away from his shirt.]
Yes, yes, I know you're glad to be back.
[He turns his attention back to Falco.]
Have you had anything to eat yet?
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I can get them for us, if you want. And um— I washed your clothes. [ they're in his bag, and he lifts it up, tucked within another smaller paper bag. confetti helped with the quickness of it while he gathered his belongings to stay the night. ] Thanks.
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I... I can get it. And... thanks.
[He didn't really expect his clothes to be washed, but he's glad that they were. He takes a deep breath, his omen at his heels.]
It's not a problem. I'm... just glad I could help you. You... seem like you've been through a rough time.
[Does Falco know what Perle said to him? He's not totally sure, but he's not going to bring it up directly. That seems... rude and painful.]
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I’ll be okay. [ he attempts a smile, slightly strained in his attempt to when his face muscles were so tense, but what comes next is a soft incline as he sets his things close to a chair.] You really should be resting.
[ —and bye. he’s going to get the food!! ]
Where do they stay?
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[Nope, he's following Falco.]
There's some bread in the cupboard, and a little meat and some vegetables in the refrigerator. If you haven't eaten in a while you should start with something simple just to settle your stomach.
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[ falco wrinkles his nose, but follows the instructions for the food to set on the table. the foods and following, the plates. maybe he'll just have a bread slice— but he nods at the offered advice properly. ]
I brought some ointments to help with the pain.
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I... thanks. You didn't have to.
[He's not sure how well they'll work, since he's already tried things for the pain. But it's a nice gesture, at the very least.]
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On the way back here . . . I was thinking of something.
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What is it?
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What do you think about Bonds?
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[ was there anything else to summarize it to, between bits of bread? ]
It’s supposed to bring them closer.
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[Closer, huh? That's intriguing, but -]
Closer in what way? I... just want to make sure before I commit to something.
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You choose— there’re bonds that are telepathic, or empathic, or even just sharing physical sensation . . . That is, [ he swallows before finishing, ] if you’d . . . Want to do that with me?
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... I don't want to have you known what I'm thinking. Sorry, I just... I can't...
[His own thoughts are complicated enough. He doesn't need someone else getting in on that, too.]
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No, that, um— [ falco turns a shade darker and prefers to look at his lap for a few moments. ] People only do that one here when they— usually want to get married, so, [ after a pause, he shakes his head. no. definitely not. especially when he's trying to get over that. ] I was thinking the one where we could . . . Feel. If we're okay or not, if we're afraid or if we need each other.
It's okay if you'd still feel uncomfortable. I'd understand.
[ he just thought— it was a good idea. ]
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O-oh, I... I didn't know.
... It might be a little uncomfortable but... I trust you. You're... pretty much my best friend.
[That's still alive, at least.]
I don't know if I'll be able to do much even if you need help but I... can always go get someone to help if you're in danger...
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. . . For me, too. [ best friends. it felt good. ] I wasn’t just thinking . . . Physical danger. You’ve helped so much already— with this feeling. Being with you did that.
[ and after a pause, he confesses a fear he’s been feeling the most. ]
I don’t want to be alone. And you . . . Don’t make me feel that way.
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[He takes a deep breath and nods, trying to keep his breathing even.]
You've... you've helped me too. With... with that. I don't... I don't want to be alone. I've been alone before - truly alone - and I don't... I don't want to feel like that again.
I don't want to be afraid again.
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You can think about it. There's not rush.
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No, I just... you make me feel not alone. That's... that's what I mean. And I don't want to be apart from you.
You make me feel... nice.
[Safe and happy, but that sounds too corny. He can't say that!]
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