I'm sick of hurting

"Sorry."

A lame apology, Isaiah thinks, but hes not sure what else to say in turn. Supposes its better than getting defensive. Baby steps. He scratches his nose a little.

"Sure, I don't see why not." But if you pull any weird stunts I'm outta here. Not said aloud, of course.

Haku shoved his hands deep enough into his pockets to hit the bottom. He couldn't escape any further, not that way at least.

"MnamesHaku." Mumbled. Good job Haku, what are you, five?

"I'm pretty opinionated in general."

The ginger watches how the other teenager's body language changes, and in response Isaiah changes his. Uncrosses his arms, puts them behind his head nonchalantly, as he leans against a nearby post. It's like lying on a more subtle level. Isaiah's pretty good at lying.

"Are you done patronizing me?" he snaps, shoving his balled hands deeper into his pockets until he hits the bottom. He feels the urge to avert his gaze, and instead chooses to fixate his stained-glass looking eyes on Isaiah's, eyebrows knitting together. Then his shoulders slump.

"Used to it doesn't make it alright," he replies, and there's knowing in his voice. A tone that someone who was sheltered shouldn't have.

All he could do was leave if it gets too much. Admitting defeat and running away like the rattata he'd been called before. "You're awfully opinionated about my problems for someone who's talking to some random guy he only just met not even an hour ago." A statement more so than an insult or accusation. An observation. Haku's body grows a little more rigid, as though going into the defense. He doesn't like at all how Isaiah seems to be trying to read him like a pamphlet.

The whitehaired boy rolls his eyes, if only so he doesn't have to maintain eyecontact. He bites his lower lip softly, trying to banish nervousness.

A pointed observation, but the teenager is already wracking his brain. Is there anything he can actually do? Can he help in some way?

Haku stares daggers at Isaiah, but doesn't say anything at first. A deep breath calms the shaking in his calloused, scarred hands and he withdraws them from the pockets of his worn jackets, leaving them hang in the open, as though to display he's fine.

They look at him. Careful. Ree takes another slow sip, before they put down the water bottle and raise their hands. Haku looks -- frightened. Like he's not all there. Ree swallows.

"Hey. Deep breaths. If I'm sayin' something I shouldn't, you can yell at me, okay? I'm sorry if -- if I'm bein' too nosy. I'm a nosy person. Can't keep out of trouble for the life of me."

They laugh a little bit, eyebrows crinkling.

The other kid raising their hands makes him take another step back, as though afraid of being touched. His shoulders rise, but with his attempts at controlled breathing and Ree's calm words he slowly calms down again.

"You didn't do anything. I'm fine." A curt response, and outright lie, one that Ree for sure can pick up on, but Haku doesn't even care. He stares at them, despondent at first, before seemingly returning to reality again. Shoulders slump in exhaustion.

Arms cross over Isaiah's chest, a faint hum escaping his throat as the ginger processes this information. It's like something fro a movie. Not something that happens to real people. A lot to process.

The whitehaired boy rolls his eyes, if only so he doesn't have to maintain eyecontact. He bites his lower lip softly, trying to banish nervousness.

"... it's not a metaphor."

People have said some fucked up things to them. The smile drops, at least for a moment, before they pick it back up and smile at Haku. No need to get into any of that -- move on to better topics. Seems like the guy is getting a little more comfortable. At least, he's eating enough that Ree doesn't have to worry about him dropping dead yet.

His hands shake. Some shallow, quiet breaths are taken before he forces himself to calm down from the flashback. A vacation? Was it? Or was it an attempt at escape?

"There's probably a lotta people that would help with that but like, I get it, I guess." That was how he made it to Alola, after all. Not that anyone would know. He'd stolen the plane tickets, and admitting to that could get him into serious trouble. Six pokeballs this person had, huh? They must be very strong. Haku couldn't help but entertain the intrusive thught. Downright almost smacked himself across the face to get rid of it.

He gets it. Ree's glad to meet someone their age who finally Gets It. They lean forward in their wheelchair, shadow wiggling. Seems like the gastly are excited, just like their charge is.

"Even when I try to mind my own goddamn business, I wind up on like, three people's shitlists," they snort, shaking their head. "It don't matter whenever I'm good or bad, these people want to see my head on a stick. Or my skull growing flowers."

They lean back again, folding their hands in their lap.

But he wasn't going to say that. Not yet anyway.

They take another bite and lick the chocolate off their fingers.

"An' two, I'm here. Unova is over there. I don't have plane money to go to Unova, get a pokemon, an' fly back here. Y'know?"

They kick back in their wheelchair and gesture to their belt. They've got six Pokeballs strapped on them.

"There's probably a lotta people that would help with that but like, I get it, I guess." That was how he made it to Alola, after all. Not that anyone would know. He'd stolen the plane tickets, and admitting to that could get him into serious trouble. Six pokeballs this person had, huh? They must be very strong. Haku couldn't help but entertain the intrusive thught. Downright almost smacked himself across the face to get rid of it.