"Oh. Right. Yes. I just-- The King in Yellow." That's as much of an explanation for his reaction to that turn of phrase as he can manage.
There's another half a moment where Yellow-- no, Edwin, Edwin is safe to use again, he won't ruin the name right now if he lets himself have it. But there's a moment where he remains at a loss, then all at once the catblob sprouts a dozen tentacles to envelope Jedao's neck and shoulders in a tight-enough-to-be-problematic-for-a-human embrace.
"I'll speak more carefully next time," Jedao promises. He doesn't actually need to breathe; he doesn't flinch from the tentacles at all. He just keeps holding Edwin tight.
"Being alone is pretty scary," Jedao agrees. "That makes sense. I promise you won't be, though. No matter what happens with them."
Jedao gives him a little extra squeeze.
"Arthur isn't one to hold back on saying no if he means no, though. Do you want me to talk to John for you? Just to figure out a little more of what he's feeling?"
"...Yes," he says, very softly. "Yes. Please. And... and you don't have to tell me what it is, either, I don't want..."
This is a new set of feelings, and it takes him a moment to figure out how to describe them. "I don't want him to... I want him to talk to... someone. If there's things that... upset him. About... me. And if it's about me I don't... I don't think he'll talk to Arthur. I don't know. I don't... want him to be alone either. I just... know..."
Oh. He gets it, suddenly, the things that Jedao has said about him. What they actually mean. What they actually mean, the strange weightless ache of love without goal. "I know that even if he did hate me I want him to be happy."
"Thank you," he says quietly, an edge of something reverent and stunned in his tone.
He gets it. All at once it makes sense, why John weighs the term love like an anchor made of glass. Why he says it like a word from a book never meant to be read aloud. It's a purer thing than Edwin could have imagined before feeling it, recognizing it; a willingness to do beautiful and terrible things to make someone happy and keep them safe.
He loves John. He loves Jedao. He likes a lot of other people. But love, love is...
"You don't... You don't need to be jealous of Arthur. There's no reason at all for you to be jealous of him."
He settles at last, snuggled in and mostly-formless now, and very much not planning on vacating the sweater any time soon. "So. When you feel something bad and don't tell someone because it would hurt them, that's good."
"It's...a tool that's good to have. Sometimes, even if something hurts to hear, it's important to know. So it's good to give yourself space to think about it. If you tell someone about this feeling, will they be able to do anything about it? Like...if I did something that made you feel scared, or hurt...I would be sad to learn that. But I would also be able to apologize to you and stop doing that thing, so it would be very good to tell me. But if I tell Arthur that I'm jealous, what's he gonna do about it? Be mean to you so you like him less? I don't want him to do that! So that one can stay private. But if, maybe, I had a really bad day and I yelled at him for unrelated stuff, maybe it would be useful then, to tell him that it's not that I hated him or that he deserved it, it's that I was being kind of stupid because I was jealous. Then hopefully the useful thing is just that he feels a little better, because he understands it wasn't his fault."
That's a lot of different possibilities.
"The important thing isn't to get it exactly right every time. Nobody does that. The important thing is...that whether it hurts people should be something you consider. And it's good to consider first, because it's really easy to say big things you don't mean when you're upset, or...things you do mean but in ways that are more hurtful than they have to be. And if you don't say something, you can always say it later. But if you say things right away without thinking, you can never un-say them. Does that make sense?"
"It's something a lot of people struggle with," Jedao says honestly. "And even most people who are good at not doing it sometimes slip up if they're really mad. It's pretty normal. But it's something you can practice not doing, and that helps the people you're mad at and you, too."
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There's another half a moment where Yellow-- no, Edwin, Edwin is safe to use again, he won't ruin the name right now if he lets himself have it. But there's a moment where he remains at a loss, then all at once the catblob sprouts a dozen tentacles to envelope Jedao's neck and shoulders in a tight-enough-to-be-problematic-for-a-human embrace.
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The thought was terrifying.
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Jedao gives him a little extra squeeze.
"Arthur isn't one to hold back on saying no if he means no, though. Do you want me to talk to John for you? Just to figure out a little more of what he's feeling?"
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This is a new set of feelings, and it takes him a moment to figure out how to describe them. "I don't want him to... I want him to talk to... someone. If there's things that... upset him. About... me. And if it's about me I don't... I don't think he'll talk to Arthur. I don't know. I don't... want him to be alone either. I just... know..."
Oh. He gets it, suddenly, the things that Jedao has said about him. What they actually mean. What they actually mean, the strange weightless ache of love without goal. "I know that even if he did hate me I want him to be happy."
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"I don't think he would hate you, now that he knows you. But I'll talk to him. And I promise I'll be nice."
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He gets it. All at once it makes sense, why John weighs the term love like an anchor made of glass. Why he says it like a word from a book never meant to be read aloud. It's a purer thing than Edwin could have imagined before feeling it, recognizing it; a willingness to do beautiful and terrible things to make someone happy and keep them safe.
He loves John. He loves Jedao. He likes a lot of other people. But love, love is...
"You don't... You don't need to be jealous of Arthur. There's no reason at all for you to be jealous of him."
He squeezes Jedao tight.
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He hugs back, nuzzling the top of Edwin's head a little.
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That's a lot of different possibilities.
"The important thing isn't to get it exactly right every time. Nobody does that. The important thing is...that whether it hurts people should be something you consider. And it's good to consider first, because it's really easy to say big things you don't mean when you're upset, or...things you do mean but in ways that are more hurtful than they have to be. And if you don't say something, you can always say it later. But if you say things right away without thinking, you can never un-say them. Does that make sense?"
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"I wonder if John ever did."
Fade here?
He hums softly, idly. He's happy to be napped on.