Jay's enthusiasm threatens to spread like the best kind of infection, R actually creaking out a dentist's nightmare of a smile.
"Could...try. I trust...your judg - ju..." R trails off. Damn. He tries again, setting his bar lower, forcing his blackened mouth to form carefully around each consonant and vowel. "I trust you."
There we go. Even got it out without pausing. R's proud of himself. For a second there he thinks he sounded almost normal. The important thing is he's in good hands and he could show Julie that he's capable of branching out, being anything aside from the same old Dead boy in the same old hoodie. Without asking, R reaches out and lays his hand on Jay's wrist, copying what he saw him do earlier. He wants to say thanks, that hopefully with Jay's help he'll learn about good impressions and what it means to finally be able to come clean with Julie. The words are rattling around in his skull as he searches Jay's face, meeting those bright blue-green eyes of his, trying to bridge that gap between his brain and his mouth.
R grunts awkwardly. He pats away probably longer than he should and then pulls his cold hand back, staring at his lap. Maybe another time? Seems like something he'd need to work at, if he wanted to get it out the right way. He thinks Jay would understand.
Think this could be a good stopping place?
"Could...try. I trust...your judg - ju..." R trails off. Damn. He tries again, setting his bar lower, forcing his blackened mouth to form carefully around each consonant and vowel. "I trust you."
There we go. Even got it out without pausing. R's proud of himself. For a second there he thinks he sounded almost normal. The important thing is he's in good hands and he could show Julie that he's capable of branching out, being anything aside from the same old Dead boy in the same old hoodie. Without asking, R reaches out and lays his hand on Jay's wrist, copying what he saw him do earlier. He wants to say thanks, that hopefully with Jay's help he'll learn about good impressions and what it means to finally be able to come clean with Julie. The words are rattling around in his skull as he searches Jay's face, meeting those bright blue-green eyes of his, trying to bridge that gap between his brain and his mouth.
R grunts awkwardly. He pats away probably longer than he should and then pulls his cold hand back, staring at his lap. Maybe another time? Seems like something he'd need to work at, if he wanted to get it out the right way. He thinks Jay would understand.