Caleb puffs out a breath between his lips. He's quiet for awhile as he really, really thinks about it. Then he glances over at him.
"Man, I don't know," he admits. "Like, I can think of more useful things? And at first, probably I would've said 'fuck no,' but. Now, I can't even really imagine not having it, y'know?"
He doesn't mean for that to sound like a cop-out answer, but it's the truth. He's grown so used to feeling people's feelings, he thinks maybe he'd feel empty, or numb, without them pushing into his body. Daniel's emotions are a warm press into his ribs, slotting a bit unevenly next to his own, but it's sort of like holding a cat. It's a comforting presence, until it starts to claw and push and demand to be released, but then you miss it when it's gone.
"Sometimes, it's really overwhelming," he continues, "but I know a lot more about people than I used to. Than I ever really thought I would, y'know?"
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"Man, I don't know," he admits. "Like, I can think of more useful things? And at first, probably I would've said 'fuck no,' but. Now, I can't even really imagine not having it, y'know?"
He doesn't mean for that to sound like a cop-out answer, but it's the truth. He's grown so used to feeling people's feelings, he thinks maybe he'd feel empty, or numb, without them pushing into his body. Daniel's emotions are a warm press into his ribs, slotting a bit unevenly next to his own, but it's sort of like holding a cat. It's a comforting presence, until it starts to claw and push and demand to be released, but then you miss it when it's gone.
"Sometimes, it's really overwhelming," he continues, "but I know a lot more about people than I used to. Than I ever really thought I would, y'know?"