You don't have to be that good at it to do it though. I mean - if it takes an hour of rambling around muttering and grumbling to yourself, or a friend, until you find out what the fuck is underneath all the rubble of these feelings - once you've cleared some of the rubble and gotten a look at it, you still know, if that makes sense?
That's one of the reasons humans offer to talk about stuff so much. Because they've experienced that, even if they don't know exactly how it works consciously.
And I'm here to help you, while you learn. Anytime you need.
...Hm. [He doesn't say anything else for a few long seconds, doesn't say that he doesn't need or want Jedao's help, which is the snarling defense painted over his nerves at letting anyone know more about his feelings.
[Yellow catches it, barely, that last bit of advice. It stops him from hanging up immediately. Gets an uncertain pause, a whole new wave of emotions rolling over him that he doesn't know what to do with.
Instead he gives another little awkward affirmative grunt, and hangs up this time without smashing his communicator against the desk in his room.]
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You don't have to be that good at it to do it though. I mean - if it takes an hour of rambling around muttering and grumbling to yourself, or a friend, until you find out what the fuck is underneath all the rubble of these feelings - once you've cleared some of the rubble and gotten a look at it, you still know, if that makes sense?
That's one of the reasons humans offer to talk about stuff so much. Because they've experienced that, even if they don't know exactly how it works consciously.
And I'm here to help you, while you learn. Anytime you need.
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.......annnnnnd then he hangs up.]
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[Jedao says softly, warmly. Although -]
If you ever wanted to be called something else, not what Arthur called you, that'd be okay.
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Instead he gives another little awkward affirmative grunt, and hangs up this time without smashing his communicator against the desk in his room.]