[If only Isabeau knew just how desperate Siffrin had been for human contact in the loops. How sad and pathetic he'd been about it, stealing tiny little instances of incidental touch from his friends rather than just ask for a goddamn hug or something. They'd probably have been happy to accommodate the request, and maybe he wouldn't have gone quite as far off the deep end. But even now, giving voice to that desire feels terrifying. He trusts them with his whole heart, and yet it's somehow hard to have faith that they'd still love him if they knew just how desperate and needy he could be.
Isabeau's eagerness and enthusiasm is a blessing, honestly. As long as he eats these bits of touch up and doesn't press further, Siffrin can pretend to be a normal, functional human.]
Oh?? How do you plan to do that?
[They sound amused, lighthearted even in a whisper. Siffrin is doing such a good job of being normal right now. It helps to have the a limited audience, the cover of darkness, and some very broad shoulders to hide their face in when needed.]
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Isabeau's eagerness and enthusiasm is a blessing, honestly. As long as he eats these bits of touch up and doesn't press further, Siffrin can pretend to be a normal, functional human.]
Oh?? How do you plan to do that?
[They sound amused, lighthearted even in a whisper. Siffrin is doing such a good job of being normal right now. It helps to have the a limited audience, the cover of darkness, and some very broad shoulders to hide their face in when needed.]