“There’s… some weird thing with you. It feels… safe. Talking about things.”
✱ extending empathy starters. ╱ accepting. ›
Warm smile pulls onto tender features, eyes softening visibly from concern to showing the utmost gratitude in the most subtle but intimate of ways. It sparks free, the warmth he feels, and reminds him that this is why he does it all. What keeps him going, day after day of struggling and fighting an uphill battle with humanity to have some semblance of a helping hand for those in need. The security to share, to be seen by one another, by those who understood, and to heal from past wounds. To feel cared for and affirmed, to know fully and wholeheartedly that they were alive. For no soulless thing could feel the gratitude and compassion that he did in that moment, evermore grateful that they would share with him in the first place. To bare wounds both physical and emotional, lay it all out for him and what an honor it was to take it all through a touch of a hand and say ; i see you, i’ve got you.
Hand outstretched once more, digits ever reaching but not in a desperate search as many would expect. Pale fingers, synthetic skin drawn back in a show of trust as he carefully places his hand over their own to offer a light squeeze. And all that pours in is : love ! love ! love ! ------------ Such tenderness that could never be spoken of, and care that words would do no justice, and yet still he would try.
❛ well i was glad to help. you deserve to have someone you can talk to, seven. i know it can be difficult sometimes but . . . you don’t have to hide how you feel anymore, not here, not from me. ---- give the other’s time, once they get to know you i’m certain things will feel a lot more like home. ------------ and . . . thank you, for not giving up on this place. i know you felt alone at first, and by all means i couldn’t blame you if you’d decided to leave. but i’m so glad you didn’t. no matter how dark the nights get, i’m with you, seven. ❜
^ SIMON. COMPANION.












