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----He was not keen on the concept of Jim leaving home.

That was their son. Their only son! He muttered to himself, tugging at his sleeves in deep, deep thought. Okay, so Sarah had let him go, but he felt her anxiety about the situation, and there was no denying that. The other Emotions had let him alone, understanding that he needed his time at the console to be with Sarah.

So he sat there, staring up at the view, clinging to his legs in a desperate attempt to calm himself. He could die. He could get hurt. He could get lost. He could never come back.

What if he didn’t come back?

HI GUYS.

I AM BACK, AND HERE I AM WITH MY DARLING FEAR. Anyhow, mum got me Inside Out, and Fear was pulling at me. Anyhow, young rocker Dad from Riley’s First Date was great. HIS LONG BEAUTIFUL HAIR.

Anyhow, to replies!

               ❝ Awwww, come on! Doesn’t everyone else 

                  look like they’re having a good time? If the 

                  ride was going to fall apart, don’t you think 

                  they’d close it down? ❞

“Well, if she’s with her parents she should be okay for now.” At least most of the time there would be an adult around to keep her from doing anything dangerous. Dean’s own Fear fluttered nervously. Hogarth was allowed to leave the house and run free where he liked, and he was safe, but he had his own Fear to protect him. Children could be reckless, he knew that.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll get you a blanket. We’ll head out as soon as we get your costume together tomorrow.” He grabbed a sheet from a nearby piece of furniture and handed it over. A pillow was pulled from an old armchair and Dean seemed satisfied that sleeping arrangements had been arranged. It was a combination of Sadness, Joy, and Disgust who pushed him to ask if that was enough.

“Do you need anything else? I can find some extra pillows, put some stuff through the washing machine?”

----He was probably right--Mom and Dad were probably keeping a close eye on her, and so were her Emotions. 

Still, no one could replace him, and the concept of her getting hurt made his lavender skin crawl. Blinking owlishly, Fear glanced up to the man as he spoke. He could feel his lips turn up in a smile, and his antenna lifted ever so slightly.

❝R--right, yeah, that sounds good, Dean.❞

He drank what was left in his mug, and placed it on a small table. He then stood up, stretching out his short legs and rolling his shoulders. While he was still worried, he felt some of the stress lift from him. Everything was going to be okay, he thought. Riley was fine.

❝Oh, well . . .❞

He glanced down at his pants, noticing some debris of dirt just along the pant leg. He knew if Disgust was around, she’d demand him to clean his clothing, but to Fear it really didn’t bother him. Brushing his pants, he shook his head.

             yikes. At this rate, if she kept up her jokes, She would make RILEY just as paranoid. Fear being the dominant emotion would prevent her from doing a lot of things in life that she wanted to pursue. Disgust pursed her lips.

                  It was just SO incredibly funny. Like the time Riley slid down a railing.

❛   You know, I’m surprised you haven’t given Riley an ulcer by now. Poor kids’ gonna have high blood pressure issues. ❜

----Fear stared at her with a tight-lipped expression. He could feel his antenna curl and uncurl as he thought, and his fingers twitched against the console. He was a good Emotion, he thought, and he was doing his damn best to look after his little girl.

And he didn’t particularly care for Disgust’s sarcastic remarks and teenage-girl attitude. He rolled his eyes, and glanced up to stare up at the View with careful, diligent eyes.