[He’s made a note of it, somewhere in the back of his mind – Charles he recalls from the mental message, from the seeming misunderstanding about what Koby was actually capable of. Then, he’d said it was a mistake, that he wasn’t capable of anything, but – well. Now he’s here, looking up at Matt and waiting for an answer, trying to feel at the edges of his aura like he’ll gather something that way. It’s inexpert, really just a sort of psychic marco-polo, Koby calling out and waiting for an answer.
Then he blinks, focuses on the topic at hand. And, while Matt may feel some sort of anxious about his answer, the genuine honesty of it is perhaps the most comforting thing he could’ve said. Koby listens quietly, then quirks his mouth in an echo of Matt’s smile, faint, hesitant, unsure.]
That sounds lonely. I have Shanks here, at least, to teach me, but…you were all alone, when it started? [A slow exhale, a shake of his head.] I can’t...imagine that. Trying to figure this out alone. [The smile warms, genuine despite the flames dancing in the reflection of Koby’s glasses.] You’ve done such a good job, Matt. [From anyone else, it would seem – sarcastic, maybe. But Koby says it so earnestly, and it’s impossible to hear it as anything but honest.]
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Then he blinks, focuses on the topic at hand. And, while Matt may feel some sort of anxious about his answer, the genuine honesty of it is perhaps the most comforting thing he could’ve said. Koby listens quietly, then quirks his mouth in an echo of Matt’s smile, faint, hesitant, unsure.]
That sounds lonely. I have Shanks here, at least, to teach me, but…you were all alone, when it started? [A slow exhale, a shake of his head.] I can’t...imagine that. Trying to figure this out alone. [The smile warms, genuine despite the flames dancing in the reflection of Koby’s glasses.] You’ve done such a good job, Matt. [From anyone else, it would seem – sarcastic, maybe. But Koby says it so earnestly, and it’s impossible to hear it as anything but honest.]