"No, it's just knitting and sketching. I don't have any idea how felt is made," Gonou admits with an intrigued lilt in his voice. "You could show me?"
He reaches out to catch Jedao's little finger with his own, not quite holding hands, but a little gesture towards it that won't keep either of them from being able to hold a teacup.
"I imagine that wasn't the part that bothered you." He remembers Jedao taking his clawed hand, pressing one claw so carefully against his own flesh until a single inky drop of blood slipped free: that had been his confession. So, a needle-stick...
Well. Not the sort of thing he'd welcome with a stranger.
Gonou considers.
"... well, maybe I could find a book, in that case. If you'd like to learn together. I've seen little felt dolls, they're very cute."
"Why would you want to deal with that, for a stranger, anyway?" Intimate revelations, in his own opinion, are for people with whom intimacy actually matters.
"But I'd like to at least try it. And see if it's interesting enough to be worth stabbing little lumps a thousand times, and my fingers at least five."
"Well, at least there was eye candy, then," Gonou says, shooting him a little smile. "And an interesting hobby...."
Despite all the horrifying implications of having a companion sent in who'd been pre-briefed on Jedao's species issues, probably -- meaning without his knowledge.
Gonou is glad, for so many different reasons, that Jedao's no longer stuck in the Shuos Academy station.
Jedao likes to think they had an unspoken agreement: Mikodez would never bring up what Jedao did or did not do with the implied offer, and Jedao wouldn't object to having regular social contact outside of his students and psych team, assuming that at least most of them weren't secretly on his psych team. And if nothing else, the guests were always extremely adept at hiding any fear or revulsion they might have felt.
"It was nice, honestly. They were always good at ignoring how awkward I'd be about it."
"It still sounds terribly... sterile. Orchestrated," Gonou says, with a wry little wrinkle of his nose. "Better than not ever seeing anyone, but so awkward."
It's not exactly news that Jedao is more resilient than he is, but he'd have lost his mind, being controlled and managed that way.
"There are so many reasons why I'm glad the Admiral offered you a way out of there," Gonou murmurs after a moment. "Mostly because we'd never have met, otherwise, but."
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He reaches out to catch Jedao's little finger with his own, not quite holding hands, but a little gesture towards it that won't keep either of them from being able to hold a teacup.
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He lifts his teacup to his lips with his free hand, giving Jedao a wry glance over the rim.
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Rather than a guest seeing his black ichor on the wool.
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Well. Not the sort of thing he'd welcome with a stranger.
Gonou considers.
"... well, maybe I could find a book, in that case. If you'd like to learn together. I've seen little felt dolls, they're very cute."
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He cuts himself off.
"Anyway. I'll learn with you if you like."
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"Why would you want to deal with that, for a stranger, anyway?" Intimate revelations, in his own opinion, are for people with whom intimacy actually matters.
"But I'd like to at least try it. And see if it's interesting enough to be worth stabbing little lumps a thousand times, and my fingers at least five."
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Not that there was any chance of Jedao actually going for it, but he wasn't blind.
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Despite all the horrifying implications of having a companion sent in who'd been pre-briefed on Jedao's species issues, probably -- meaning without his knowledge.
Gonou is glad, for so many different reasons, that Jedao's no longer stuck in the Shuos Academy station.
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"It was nice, honestly. They were always good at ignoring how awkward I'd be about it."
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It's not exactly news that Jedao is more resilient than he is, but he'd have lost his mind, being controlled and managed that way.
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And he did get enough of that from his students, he felt.
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