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[To be honest, it doesn't sound all that different from what went down with his grandma, or the particularly Bliss-addled survivors. It's fucked, and sad, and he really wishes it weren't the case, but at least he kinda knows how to handle this.]

Okay. Yeah. [He bobs his head a few times.] I get you. That really fuckin' sucks, man. But, ummm. I'm glad you told me? Because that means I can actually help. I'm not much of it right now or anythin', but...

[Well, he's almost out of edibles and he's starting to feel like that might be a good thing.]

I don't get it, get it, but I do get it. Get it? [Hehehehe, okay, that's just a lot of nonsense, but it's funny.] For real. Tell me what I can do to like, help when you need me to, and I'll try to remember.

[ There's a huff of a laugh at the somehow entirely comprehensible string of repeated words, followed by a prolonged silence as he thinks. ]

In truth, I'm not entirely sure, it has largely been a matter of trial and error I think. Oswald is remarkably good at bringing me round, but that may just be a result of our having known eachother for so long and through so much. You're welcome to ask him for more advice, if you'd like though, I'll try to remember to tell him he should answer any of your questions.

[ Giles is back to analysing his hands, tracking restless movement with his eyes as he puts things in what order he can ]

I believe the main thing is patience. Gentle reminders, assurance of what is real. Something physical to ground against. But, ask before you touch me. I can't be certain of how I may react otherwise and I don't want to hurt you, even accidentally.

And... If I'm somewhere public, I would greatly appreciate if you tried to direct me to a more private location. I'd rather as few people see me like that as possible. [ sigh ] I've been avoiding leaving here for that reason.

[Okay, yeah, sure. All of that sounds doable, and honestly not too far off from what he did for Pratt back at the diner. And despite how many times he's wanted to just hug the shit out of that dumbass, he's managed to refrain, so like... he should be good here, too.]

Okay. Ask before touching, make sure you're somewhere private, be patient. [He ticks them off on his fingers, just to show Giles that it isn't a big ask. Like, three super simple things, two of which are already sorta basic common decency? Easy.]

I'm not gonna lie, you haven't missed shit out on the boat. Most of us got high for a couple days, then the rest of the time we've just been veggin'. Everyone's lickin' their wounds, y'know? But, uh. If you wanna get out of here sometime and Ossie's busy, you can hit me up. We... all've had trouble leavin' our rooms. [He's thinking of Crabb, standing semi-paralyzed in the doorway next to his, debating on if leaving the cabin was worth the stress.] Sometimes it helps to have someone go with ya.

No pressure, though. Let's be real, it's a lot nicer in here.

Thank you, Sharky, I may well take you up on that. It does me no good to remain isolated, no matter how much easier it may seem.

[ Giles stops for a moment, feline eyes boring into Sharky for maybe just a hint longer than would be strictly comfortable before he smiles softly ]

I have missed the pleasure of your company.

When I have had the mind the mind to comprehend such things, that is

[Sharky knows first-hand how squirrelly things get when you're alone too long, and as nice as the cottage is, it's still essentially a very fancy doomsday bunker. Limited space, resources, and very little socialization to go around -- it's the perfect recipe for going lightly nuts.

The stare and comment earn a sort of awkward, bashful grin, as he scrubs the back of his head. He -- really wants to say the same thing. It'd be really easy to do, just, "yeah, me too," and see what happens. He could probably handle it. He'd probably even like it.

But the grin falters and he sorta just. Bobs his head.]

Y-yeah. Um. [Now it's his laugh that's awkward, like admitting a guilty secret.] Not gonna lie, man, I think somethin' got like. Hella broke coming back 'cos I'm. Just. Not... feeling it. With anyone. At all. [That feels terrible to admit. It feels... gross, not being horned up all the time. Which is weird. It should be the other way around, right?] I was literally sitting across from Crichton the hot tub, and I got more sauced over his fuckin' future guns than [mimes out the shapeliest of butts] and it's like. WHAT. The fuck. Is wrong with me.

[ Giles raises his hands just slightly from his lap, somewhere between defensive and placating. ]

No, no I understand. I didn't- [ frowns, hums, starts again ] I am in much the same place at the moment, I must admit. I meant nothing more than this, that I have missed your presence and conversation.

[ Because there have been plenty instances where they've talked and existed in eachother's company without it going anywhere. Like after the island, and...
Well, maybe that was it, but that's hardly the point here. And it's also not something Giles is going to think too hard about. ]

[He huffs a much more relieved laugh, slumping into his seat.] Sick, okay. Uh, not that it's a good thing, but -- ugh. You know what I mean.

[It was probably kind of a dick move to assume Giles was putting the moves on him, now that he thinks about it, but that's sorta how it normally goes, right? Texting is for hanging out, hanging out is for everything else.]

TBH, I feel the same way tho. Like. Not to be all mushy or whatever but it sucks not texting you all the time and stuff. I basically think of you whenever I think about letters and fire, and, uhh, I sorta think about fire a lot.

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