[It sounds like there's a step or two missing, Palamedes thinks, between knowing one's part in this story and being strong for the rest. It doesn't sit entirely right with him, but if Choso insists it isn't a problem, then alright - he'll trust in that. Someone ought to give Choso some grace, even if it's in something as simple as not needling him about his past right this second.
So, alright. That can be what it is. He says,] Oh, [to the other thing, and does take a few seconds to think about it, if only because he'd never had to consider anyone's humanity in a literal sense before.
The answer is still the same. He hums, catching Choso's finger with that tentacle and wrapping around his hand with a slight squeeze.
With a one-shoulder shrug,] It isn't not normal. Feelings are complicated. So are people.
[It's a very human thing, isn't it, to not know where one's head is. He brushes his thumb over Choso's cheekbone before dropping his hand away, reaching for Choso's other, less occupied one, to hold in turn.]
Do you want to be more human? Apart from the rest. You already have me, and I don't want to be beside you any less than I did, what, an hour ago? You're more than your... human percentage. "Someone human" is a checklist— I prefer you.
[The question stands, though, with an inquiring tilt of his head: does Choso want to be more human, actively, for himself? Palamedes is committed either way, in the end.]
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So, alright. That can be what it is. He says,] Oh, [to the other thing, and does take a few seconds to think about it, if only because he'd never had to consider anyone's humanity in a literal sense before.
The answer is still the same. He hums, catching Choso's finger with that tentacle and wrapping around his hand with a slight squeeze.
With a one-shoulder shrug,] It isn't not normal. Feelings are complicated. So are people.
[It's a very human thing, isn't it, to not know where one's head is. He brushes his thumb over Choso's cheekbone before dropping his hand away, reaching for Choso's other, less occupied one, to hold in turn.]
Do you want to be more human? Apart from the rest. You already have me, and I don't want to be beside you any less than I did, what, an hour ago? You're more than your... human percentage. "Someone human" is a checklist— I prefer you.
[The question stands, though, with an inquiring tilt of his head: does Choso want to be more human, actively, for himself? Palamedes is committed either way, in the end.]