IC Inbox: Empatheias

[young_oldman]

[Your birds might get a little plump on bird seeds. Just saying.]

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[young_oldman]

Alright. I won't pursue the matter any further tonight. But before you go, I just want you to know.

You're not turning into anything. [Lu Meng says calmly, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to Red.] This one incident doesn't make you a different person, you're still you. I know you won't be able to accept what I'm saying, but please know that I don't think any worse of you, and I'm not going to change my mind on what I said to you earlier.

[About how Lu Meng thinks Red is a good, caring person. Someone who strives to learn and help the people around him.]

[gottacatch]

[ Red takes the handkerchief silently but holds it--and fortunately not ruining it--without dabbing it against himself, his attention and concern elsewhere than the wet patch on his clothing. It was on Lu Meng, listening to him, knowing that what he was saying was sincere but being unable to really let it in.

And it wasn't the man's fault. Right then, Red couldn't think of any conversation from before, only a growing want to leave growing in him that was ready to animate his feet if he didn't get to it.

He at least musters a nod before he turns, a wordless thank you to Lu Meng before he's hurrying off with the handkerchief still clutched tightly in his hand. ]