He takes an uncertain half-step toward the pile, as though he simultaneously wants to join Fraysong in it and doesn't want to move. He feels as though he must have misheard, but while his indigo ashmate has always spoken in his own particular way his meaning here is hard to misinterpret.
He wants to just... chill. They're all three of them hurting and lost and right now all they have is each other. It's that knowledge more than anything that pushes him to take a step, and then another, and then settle himself on the edge of the pile. His posture reads clear uncertainty; he's coiled like a spring, ready to get up again in an instant, to step back over to the right side of the boundary this is most certainly crossing in some way.
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He takes an uncertain half-step toward the pile, as though he simultaneously wants to join Fraysong in it and doesn't want to move. He feels as though he must have misheard, but while his indigo ashmate has always spoken in his own particular way his meaning here is hard to misinterpret.
He wants to just... chill. They're all three of them hurting and lost and right now all they have is each other. It's that knowledge more than anything that pushes him to take a step, and then another, and then settle himself on the edge of the pile. His posture reads clear uncertainty; he's coiled like a spring, ready to get up again in an instant, to step back over to the right side of the boundary this is most certainly crossing in some way.