@hivcminded
I’ve... I’ve seen this before.
This is the face of a broken man. No - I’m not trying to be funny. The way he looks at me is so... empty. It feels almost like a shadow Pokemon is looking at me. Something’s obviously troubling him, warning signs tell me to leave, and yet...
I stand there, motionless, staring at him blankly just as much as he stares at me. I’m not sure what to say at first. The few things I COULD say were just... nonsensical rabble. They would hold no purpose, no importance, nothing that would actually matter for someone like him. I’m sat there, completely speechless, looking like a deerling in front of headlights.
I’m almost AFRAID to talk to him again, in fear that I’d trigger something... but it was my duty to tend to people like this.
“Mister... can you understand me?”
There’s a brief motion I make to my ears, a form of charade that would, at the very least, make it easier for him to understand if he didn’t understand.
