[On the one hand, Emil pulling his hand back makes a bit of this uncomfortable pressure disappear; on the other hand, though, something about seeing Emil look away like that is... mmph. Lalli busies himself with sitting upright, making a concerted effort not to think about this new level of awkwardness, but it's impossible. He wants Emil to look at him? Always? Even when things are like... this, because Emil is—
Nope! Nope, nope, nope. Suddenly Emil isn't the only person in this room itching to make a run for the door; it's why Lalli scoots on down to the foot of the bed, a healthy distance away from Emil, before forcing himself to his feet. Go back to sleep? He couldn't even if he wanted to, Emil. Not when he's feeling so many conflicting things at once.]
No? I—
[I'll, uh, find you? Maybe that's what he was hoping to say before he looks at Emil's face and abruptly turns away. He wants... out! As much as he dislikes this city, he'd much rather be running through the streets than, you know, standing here wondering what in the world he should say and/or do. Things are better when he's with Emil—usually, anyway—but things are undeniably simpler when he's alone.
So—who's leaving first? Lalli, probably, because running away from things he doesn't understand is, like, Lalli's favorite hobby. But right before he pops out the door, Lalli pauses, chancing one last, quick glance back Emil's way. Should he... say something now?]
I'll... be back. [Soon? No—] Later.
[Before dinner, after dinner—who knows! It's an awkward attempt at... something, sure, before he ducks out into the hallway. Time to continue working on the mantal map of his as he tries to sort through... everything...]
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Nope! Nope, nope, nope. Suddenly Emil isn't the only person in this room itching to make a run for the door; it's why Lalli scoots on down to the foot of the bed, a healthy distance away from Emil, before forcing himself to his feet. Go back to sleep? He couldn't even if he wanted to, Emil. Not when he's feeling so many conflicting things at once.]
No? I—
[I'll, uh, find you? Maybe that's what he was hoping to say before he looks at Emil's face and abruptly turns away. He wants... out! As much as he dislikes this city, he'd much rather be running through the streets than, you know, standing here wondering what in the world he should say and/or do. Things are better when he's with Emil—usually, anyway—but things are undeniably simpler when he's alone.
So—who's leaving first? Lalli, probably, because running away from things he doesn't understand is, like, Lalli's favorite hobby. But right before he pops out the door, Lalli pauses, chancing one last, quick glance back Emil's way. Should he... say something now?]
I'll... be back. [Soon? No—] Later.
[Before dinner, after dinner—who knows! It's an awkward attempt at... something, sure, before he ducks out into the hallway. Time to continue working on the mantal map of his as he tries to sort through... everything...]