Okay, Jedao tells him, simply accepting it, feeling another little burst of affection.
Honestly, being able to pull back from something that's upsetting you and do things that help restore you instead is a really good skill, Jedao adds, as he fishes through the laundry for one of his softest sweaters, pressing it on their face for a moment. He can't make Edwin not feel guilty, but he can at least offer another perspective.
The sweater is a perfect distraction from the guilt of not Trying Harder, and Edwin wishes fiercely he could rub his face against it. It's magical, the way the gentle give of the cloth against Jedao's face feels good, the combination of textures and firing synapses creating something pleasing. It's magical that creatures would spend time and energy to finding things that feel soft to make clothes from, that they would be so dedicated to what feels good beyond the practical.
[I wish I could touch things but not have to be human doing it. ...Not that I-- I like this. I like doing this with you.]
Well, I'm not human doing it, so it's definitely possible, Jedao muses. Some of the things about my body are...still not what I want, but I'm getting them changed with my next deal.
He feels the urge to ruffle hair that Edwin doesn't have.
I like doing it with you, too. But I'll help you get what you need if I can, he promises.
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Honestly, being able to pull back from something that's upsetting you and do things that help restore you instead is a really good skill, Jedao adds, as he fishes through the laundry for one of his softest sweaters, pressing it on their face for a moment. He can't make Edwin not feel guilty, but he can at least offer another perspective.
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[I wish I could touch things but not have to be human doing it. ...Not that I-- I like this. I like doing this with you.]
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He feels the urge to ruffle hair that Edwin doesn't have.
I like doing it with you, too. But I'll help you get what you need if I can, he promises.