He hadn't expected that kind of reaction. He'd thought he'd a "Hey rad" or a "What the hell?" but not...that. She seemed shaken by the gesture and he wasn't really ready to deal with that. He knew she had to be important to him because he was obviously important to her. He knew she'd been around for most of his life because he knew details and they just seemed to click.
But knowing wasn't the same as experiencing and believing, and that left a rift between the two of them that he wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready to cross. It was too weird seeing someone have your face, your mannerisms, your little quirks all mirrored and just slightly different enough to be unique. He'd think she was a doppleganger out to eat his brains in the middle of the night, except for moments like this - where it seems like the little kindnesses he was occasionally capable of doling out are more painful to her than the obvious distrust he displayed.
He steps back and starts edging toward the exit, not sure if running is the right answer, but feeling like this heaviness is about to crush him. But when she speaks, he has to stop.]
Yeah? Well, it better be heat resistant because I'm not stirring a pot with a gold spoon.
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He hadn't expected that kind of reaction. He'd thought he'd a "Hey rad" or a "What the hell?" but not...that. She seemed shaken by the gesture and he wasn't really ready to deal with that. He knew she had to be important to him because he was obviously important to her. He knew she'd been around for most of his life because he knew details and they just seemed to click.
But knowing wasn't the same as experiencing and believing, and that left a rift between the two of them that he wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready to cross. It was too weird seeing someone have your face, your mannerisms, your little quirks all mirrored and just slightly different enough to be unique. He'd think she was a doppleganger out to eat his brains in the middle of the night, except for moments like this - where it seems like the little kindnesses he was occasionally capable of doling out are more painful to her than the obvious distrust he displayed.
He steps back and starts edging toward the exit, not sure if running is the right answer, but feeling like this heaviness is about to crush him. But when she speaks, he has to stop.]
Yeah? Well, it better be heat resistant because I'm not stirring a pot with a gold spoon.