"Hmm," Jedao says softly, still petting, mostly just to let Edwin know the pause is a pensive one, not an angry one.
"Well, I don't know John's mind either. But sometimes...sometimes, people choose not to say things because they can have feelings that are complicated or overwhelming just like you do. But they still really do care about you and don't want to hurt you with the mess of it. Like, for instance, right now I'm mad at Arthur and it's almost none his fault. But you want him to keep you and I'm so jealous I could spit in his pretty new eyes."
Jedao's voice stays warm and level and calm almost the whole way through. But he lets a little of the real, feral vicious flicker through the last few words.
"And I'm never going to say that to Arthur. He's my friend, and it's not even his fault, really. I don't want to be angry with him. So I'm going to have that feeling, and then let it go."
He's going to try, anyway. And he doesn't stop cuddling and petting Edwin the whole way through.
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"Well, I don't know John's mind either. But sometimes...sometimes, people choose not to say things because they can have feelings that are complicated or overwhelming just like you do. But they still really do care about you and don't want to hurt you with the mess of it. Like, for instance, right now I'm mad at Arthur and it's almost none his fault. But you want him to keep you and I'm so jealous I could spit in his pretty new eyes."
Jedao's voice stays warm and level and calm almost the whole way through. But he lets a little of the real, feral vicious flicker through the last few words.
"And I'm never going to say that to Arthur. He's my friend, and it's not even his fault, really. I don't want to be angry with him. So I'm going to have that feeling, and then let it go."
He's going to try, anyway. And he doesn't stop cuddling and petting Edwin the whole way through.