Room 330, Saturday Evening

[genesishero]

It was probably for the best that Evan hadn't actually changed this weekend. As great as he remembered his childhood being, he really didn't have much in the way of coping skills as a little boy. And why would he? He'd never known the real world. It would be cruel leaving him to his own devices, with that in mind.

Not that he knew that people were changing, this weekend. Not when he had a stack of books to read, and a dog dozing at his feet who was more than happy to just keep his toes warm. Reading and keeping warm from the November chill seemed like the perfect way to spend a Saturday, if you asked Evan. Especially a Saturday spent steadfastly ignoring the upcoming holiday. Holidays. The whole season-to-be.

Books were great for that.

[OOC: The door is cracked a wee bit, and the post is open! Hi!]

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[pulseof_life]

"What do you feel better about?" she wondered, slipping off the bed to land on her bum before flailing awkwardly to her feet to make her way over to his bed.

"It's big over there," she said, explaining, as she sat down with her back against his bed.

What? She couldn't get on his bed by herself!

[genesishero]

Oh oh oh that was the cutest thing that Evan had probably ever seen IN HIS WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE and he actually had to wave his hands around a little, because it was slightly more dignified than squeaking.

Slightly.

"I feel better because... If I know you're safe and happy, then you might stay for a while, I guess. I mean, you're safe. Safe is good!"

This was probably going to be difficult to explain.

[pulseof_life]

... Yes, most likely.

"I don't understand," she said, tilting her head up though she couldn't see him since she was facing the wrong way. "I will stay just as long safe as I will un-safe."

[genesishero]

Evan leaned forward a little, giving his neck a stretch so that at least his face would be in her line of sight.

"Well... Yes and no. If something is dangerous, it might take you away, right?"

[pulseof_life]

She smiled at him.

"But I'll come back if it does!"

[genesishero]

Evan attempted a little smile in return, though it wasn't quite as reassuring as her own was meant to be.

"I guess you will," he agreed. "But it'll still hurt, won't it? And do you come back right away? Or... or even come back here?"

[pulseof_life]

"The pain never lasts," she said, wanting to calm his concerns. "And I will be born on Gran Pulse again. Caius will find me though. If I want to come back, he'll bring me."

[genesishero]

"Until he does, people will miss you," Evan replied. "Because you're a good friend, and if you're not around, it'll feel like something important is missing. Does that make sense?"

[pulseof_life]

"Not really," she admitted, toying with a beaded bracelet. "Though, of course, I do not want people to miss me."

[genesishero]

"Well... haven't you ever missed somebody?"

Evan missed people all the time. That was exacerbated somewhat by the fact that the people he missed most weren't even real.

[pulseof_life]

She looked slightly bewildered.

"Who would I miss?" Yeul asked. "Caius always comes and there is no one else."

That probably said terrible things about all her home-lives.

[genesishero]

Evan hesitated for a moment, not sure if he wanted to know the answer, but pressed onward and asked his question anyway.

"Would you miss your friends here at all?"

[pulseof_life]

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "I have never had friends to miss before."

[genesishero]

"Oh..." Evan blinked, maybe even kind of winced a little at that thought. Even he'd had friends in the virtual reality in his youth. They hadn't been real, but they had been real enough. He missed them, still. "I'm... sorry to hear that. But you do have friends now!"

[pulseof_life]

"Yes," she agreed. "It is... an interesting change."

[genesishero]

"But is it a good one?"

Evan was sounding pretty hopeful there.

[pulseof_life]

Yeul did not know if it was a good one. For one, she didn't remember how they'd become friends or the history they had.

But there seemed little point in saying so when he looked so hopeful.

"It is not bad," Yeul said, because lying out-right seemed just as wrong.

[genesishero]

That was good enough for Evan, at least for the time being. He was essentially asking a millennia-year-old toddler if having friends was nice or not. What answer had he been expecting?

"Good," he decided, smiling faintly.

... He would have to ask her again when she was older if the answer was any different.