"He's lucky he's got me to listen to him whine." Whirl grins, and it looks horrifyingly out of practice, more like it's out of sheer impulse than anything.
He continues opening and closing his hand, folding his thumb in and out like he can barely figure out what connects to what movement. He continues watching his own hand for a moment, and his face looks like it's going through several horrifyingly complicated emotions he's not prepared to deal with.
"It's.....It doesn't hurt that bad." The edges of his mouth tug like he can't figure out which expression he means, until it screws up to stop the mass of confusion playing across his face. "It's not as-"
He doesn't have the word for it, and without Rung to talk him through it, he's not sure he can express the tangled mess in a way that isn't breaking something.
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He continues opening and closing his hand, folding his thumb in and out like he can barely figure out what connects to what movement. He continues watching his own hand for a moment, and his face looks like it's going through several horrifyingly complicated emotions he's not prepared to deal with.
"It's.....It doesn't hurt that bad." The edges of his mouth tug like he can't figure out which expression he means, until it screws up to stop the mass of confusion playing across his face. "It's not as-"
He doesn't have the word for it, and without Rung to talk him through it, he's not sure he can express the tangled mess in a way that isn't breaking something.