[He slides into one of the few seats in front of that table, resting his right hand against the cool surface as he leans his cheek into the other palm. He is attempting to look nonchalant with it, but it's really more of a defense to hide the recent injuries. His familiar lands on the table, blowing his hood back from his head with her wings before they exchange a meaningful Look.]
I don't know.
[It's not a no. He did ask her to come with him—he wants her company, just... doesn't know what might help that he's willing to ask for. That's the thing with not experiencing a lot of trauma beforehand and cutting yourself off from your support system when it does happen—you don't know how to deal with anything. All he can think is that he doesn't want people to worry about him.]
no subject
I don't know.
[It's not a no. He did ask her to come with him—he wants her company, just... doesn't know what might help that he's willing to ask for. That's the thing with not experiencing a lot of trauma beforehand and cutting yourself off from your support system when it does happen—you don't know how to deal with anything. All he can think is that he doesn't want people to worry about him.]
Thanks for coming with me.