[ It’s been a thrill to know the musicians as he has. To have known them some before the revolution and to be so close after. Their world was never something he’d be part of but something he was honored to find himself in now. To see how positively they’ve effected the world with their music is inspiring, and Simon is more than happy to help when needed. ]
You’re welcome, [ The smile grows with the cheer on his voice.
Still, as comfortable as he’s become with #2 there’s a jolt that rushes the blond when his hand is taken—a natural response, trying to link them. The lack of any feed through it leaves something of a hollowness in his receptors, but he’s not disappointed; he knows their interfaces don’t work the same way in this. The touch is comforting regardless. ]
Please, [ Simon shakes his head and squeezes #2’s hand as he takes a seat across from the other. ] I understand. [ Blinking, he refocuses his sight on the helmet—a different one than before. It still looked stunning, simply... less energetic. ] You don’t have to worry, [ Comes the sudden but gentle reassurance. ] You’ll be singing again soon.
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You’re welcome, [ The smile grows with the cheer on his voice.
Still, as comfortable as he’s become with #2 there’s a jolt that rushes the blond when his hand is taken—a natural response, trying to link them. The lack of any feed through it leaves something of a hollowness in his receptors, but he’s not disappointed; he knows their interfaces don’t work the same way in this. The touch is comforting regardless. ]
Please, [ Simon shakes his head and squeezes #2’s hand as he takes a seat across from the other. ] I understand. [ Blinking, he refocuses his sight on the helmet—a different one than before. It still looked stunning, simply... less energetic. ] You don’t have to worry, [ Comes the sudden but gentle reassurance. ] You’ll be singing again soon.