I haven't heard him admit that he was scared in years, not since he was much younger, not since he looked a whole lot more like his body.
Back then I would put both arms around him, crouching down a bit, just so I could be a bit more on his level, and give him a tight hug that he couldn't really feel. Just because it might, just might on some small level, help him feel better.
And maybe he'd understand, even though I always left it unspoken, that I was scared too.
He's taller than me now, and I can't even remember when exactly that happened. For a while I used to track his "height" on the wall, as a method to make him feel as real as he could inside his avatar. He was a little old for that, but he seemed to enjoy it anyway, and so I kept doing it for a little while, until he started helping me with his avatar modifications, only two years after we were stuck down here.
He's so smart. Such a smart kid.
He'll always be a kid to me, in some ways. Like how even Ryuuji will always be a kid to Kurorin. He's my Aibou, a grown man, but still...
I don't wrap him up in a hug, but I do throw an arm around his shoulders and tug him a little closer.
"When you used to get scared I'd sing to you sometimes, remember? Of course the only French song I knew was Frère Jacques..." And then, I only knew it well because I'd sometimes catch Emi singing to himself, all hunched up between our bodies, leaning against mine and looking at his own.
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Date: 2013-02-05 04:10 am (UTC)I haven't heard him admit that he was scared in years, not since he was much younger, not since he looked a whole lot more like his body.
Back then I would put both arms around him, crouching down a bit, just so I could be a bit more on his level, and give him a tight hug that he couldn't really feel. Just because it might, just might on some small level, help him feel better.
And maybe he'd understand, even though I always left it unspoken, that I was scared too.
He's taller than me now, and I can't even remember when exactly that happened. For a while I used to track his "height" on the wall, as a method to make him feel as real as he could inside his avatar. He was a little old for that, but he seemed to enjoy it anyway, and so I kept doing it for a little while, until he started helping me with his avatar modifications, only two years after we were stuck down here.
He's so smart. Such a smart kid.
He'll always be a kid to me, in some ways. Like how even Ryuuji will always be a kid to Kurorin. He's my Aibou, a grown man, but still...
I don't wrap him up in a hug, but I do throw an arm around his shoulders and tug him a little closer.
"When you used to get scared I'd sing to you sometimes, remember? Of course the only French song I knew was Frère Jacques..." And then, I only knew it well because I'd sometimes catch Emi singing to himself, all hunched up between our bodies, leaning against mine and looking at his own.