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sweetpinkpixie · 06-01-2013, 12:43 PM

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Originally Posted by Tegz

He WAS alone. Rightnowalone. Allalone. Aspenwasn'thereanymoreandhisdadwasworkingallthetim eandMowasn'thisfriendanymoreandBlisswasn'thisgirlf riendanymoreandhehadnomum.

Clearly West was very much lost in his own fear, a palpable thing that had been until this point too abstract for him to recognize on his own. He vaguely heard a familiar voice but was too lost in himself to match it to Blue and respond. He opened his eyes, still sobbing quietly, and through the blur of tears it seemed as if he could see Professor Romanos. Except that she was a cat. Or something. It couldn't penetrate his fear and he squeezed his eyes shut again and next thing he knew his shoulder was being shook, and he could hear his name...

... West opened his eyes and saw Professor Flamsteed.

He sniffed a little and unfurled, immediately looking around warily. "Wh-where did it go?" Sniff. "I c-couldn't do it... I c-couldn't..."

Attention fully on the boy now, Airey did what his mother used to do to him when he had had nightmares as a small boy - he rubbed the young man's shoulder up and down slowly. He avoided looking the boy directly in the face because, well, the man was horrible with tears and tended to panic and become short of breath. Wouldn't do either of them any good if both were having panic attacks. So, eyes on the ceiling it was for now.

"It's back in its box now, Mr. Odessa," he explained, still rubbing the boy's shoulders up and down. Hopefully he wouldn't think of himself as less of a man or anything since he was receiving comfort for this sort of thing. He remembered what it was like to be a teenager and how much he despised people seeing him as weak. "No, you couldn't," he said in a sort of dazed deadpan tone followed by a long pause. "But Miss Gracae attempted to help you before I stepped in. Sometimes you don't have to do these things on your own."

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