[Tears in general are weird, that's all there is to it. Either suffer in silence or suffer with biting sass. Tears just make things, yes, awkward.
He's careful to hold still when skin touches skin, careful not to lean into it any way that could be misconstrued as reading the contact for something it isn't. Careful not to seem like he's starved for even minimal human compassion; he's not, not any more, so there's no kneejerk pathetic nuzzling into it, no oddness. There's only a smile, a real one that grows more genuine at her request.]
Course you can stay. We've converted the attic into a guest room. Bathroom across the hall, s'got all the necessary accouterments. [Their home is...unorthodox, he knows. But he speaks of it with joy and pride, glad now for foresight that can allow them to not only set Raina up for a night or more, but to set her up in a way she won't feel a burden. In a part of the house all her own, where she'll have visitors if she wants them and won't if she doesn't. Where she can choose to come down and be social or stay comfortable in her isolation. And, he hopes she knows, safe. Anybody coming through the front door has the first level of imPorts to deal with before the attic can be touched. He felt that ideal.] Would you like to see it?
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He's careful to hold still when skin touches skin, careful not to lean into it any way that could be misconstrued as reading the contact for something it isn't. Careful not to seem like he's starved for even minimal human compassion; he's not, not any more, so there's no kneejerk pathetic nuzzling into it, no oddness. There's only a smile, a real one that grows more genuine at her request.]
Course you can stay. We've converted the attic into a guest room. Bathroom across the hall, s'got all the necessary accouterments. [Their home is...unorthodox, he knows. But he speaks of it with joy and pride, glad now for foresight that can allow them to not only set Raina up for a night or more, but to set her up in a way she won't feel a burden. In a part of the house all her own, where she'll have visitors if she wants them and won't if she doesn't. Where she can choose to come down and be social or stay comfortable in her isolation. And, he hopes she knows, safe. Anybody coming through the front door has the first level of imPorts to deal with before the attic can be touched. He felt that ideal.] Would you like to see it?