So he's hiding in silence with the form of what he knows isn't his mother, but can't let go, because it's one more person who disappeared on him with no word when she died.
Emilia, I hate to ask this, since he's avoiding me and he won't take kindly to me pointing out what I will. If you see him, will you see him, and sort of... clasp his shoulder? Reassuringly? He'll likely flinch away, Lan Zhan has difficulty with contact, but he needs it, and he won't let me near. Or pat his shoulder. Or pet his stunningly lovely hair, which is annoying because none of us have been bathing properly and it still looks good.
( the rambling of him trying to ask for someone else to provide a physical touchstone for his touch-starved, touch-avoidant husband. who is on strike. against him. )
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So he's hiding in silence with the form of what he knows isn't his mother, but can't let go, because it's one more person who disappeared on him with no word when she died.
Emilia, I hate to ask this, since he's avoiding me and he won't take kindly to me pointing out what I will. If you see him, will you see him, and sort of... clasp his shoulder? Reassuringly? He'll likely flinch away, Lan Zhan has difficulty with contact, but he needs it, and he won't let me near. Or pat his shoulder. Or pet his stunningly lovely hair, which is annoying because none of us have been bathing properly and it still looks good.
( the rambling of him trying to ask for someone else to provide a physical touchstone for his touch-starved, touch-avoidant husband. who is on strike. against him. )