[Encased, and sunk… that doesn't sound safe so much as buried and forgotten, like a piece of treasure instead of a person. But even if it doesn't sound safe in his mind, it isn't up to him what makes her feel safe. If being hidden away doesn't hurt her, if she feels better like that rather than exposed and at risk of being used, that isn't his call to make. Even so, it… doesn't sound much at all like living.
He's glad if he can give her even a fraction of that feeling of safety just by being here. There's a moment of uncertain quiet, and then he shifts his hand impulsively to touch her hand- not to take it, as she'd pulled away, but to create a point of contact, should it happen to reassure her the way she so often reassures him.]
If I do anything to change that, will you tell me? I won't mean to, but...
[He's young and impulsive and reckless and occasionally very stupid, and his usual handlers aren't always around to rein him in and remind him of how he ought to behave. He'd rather ask this honesty of her and be corrected than damage whatever reassurance that his presence offers to her now.]
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He's glad if he can give her even a fraction of that feeling of safety just by being here. There's a moment of uncertain quiet, and then he shifts his hand impulsively to touch her hand- not to take it, as she'd pulled away, but to create a point of contact, should it happen to reassure her the way she so often reassures him.]
If I do anything to change that, will you tell me? I won't mean to, but...
[He's young and impulsive and reckless and occasionally very stupid, and his usual handlers aren't always around to rein him in and remind him of how he ought to behave. He'd rather ask this honesty of her and be corrected than damage whatever reassurance that his presence offers to her now.]