Viatorus sets the box on the desk within arm's reach and leans forward, eager to help her as much as he can. For now that means listening and doing his best to understand her as well as he can. The more she speaks the easier it is to read and connect to her emotions, so when she tells him that Caspar killed himself Viatorus can feel the punch to his gut. "I'm so sorry, Adia..."
But she's moving on, explaining more, adding layers to the tale. He can practically see Adia's emotions as waves crashed them against sharp rocks, granted her a hopeful breath, and then sucked her under the surface again. He wants to reach out to her, to soothe the wounded heart he feels as his own, but his hand only hovers briefly over hers before awkwardly pulling away. Making assumptions about boundaries has only brought him grief. "I'm so sorry. That... That's terrible."
He decides to give her a minute to breathe and then offers her what he finds most helpful at times like this: A distraction. Problem solving.
"Your dreams are a part of you. They're yourself trying to tell you something." He smiles at her gently. "I can suggest pills and teas, sleep schedules, even magic. I have so many things to offer, but in the end the best resolution comes with being able to come to listen to yourself." He folds his hands in his lap then. "If I was you and you wanted me, you, to know anything, what would it be?"
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Date: 2017-04-03 09:10 pm (UTC)But she's moving on, explaining more, adding layers to the tale. He can practically see Adia's emotions as waves crashed them against sharp rocks, granted her a hopeful breath, and then sucked her under the surface again. He wants to reach out to her, to soothe the wounded heart he feels as his own, but his hand only hovers briefly over hers before awkwardly pulling away. Making assumptions about boundaries has only brought him grief. "I'm so sorry. That... That's terrible."
He decides to give her a minute to breathe and then offers her what he finds most helpful at times like this: A distraction. Problem solving.
"Your dreams are a part of you. They're yourself trying to tell you something." He smiles at her gently. "I can suggest pills and teas, sleep schedules, even magic. I have so many things to offer, but in the end the best resolution comes with being able to come to listen to yourself." He folds his hands in his lap then. "If I was you and you wanted me, you, to know anything, what would it be?"