[It isn't that she's angry. Nill knows full well that this is an issue that only she really has, that for most people it probably wouldn't even be that big of a deal, maybe just something for them to get embarrassed by. Sometimes Nill could manage that-- not always, but sometimes, if she really knew the person.
But that's not the case with Stan. She likes him plenty, and he seems like a good kid, but she doesn't trust him. Not because he's done anything to deserve not being trusted, she just... hadn't gotten to the point of trusting him, either. She would if they had more time.
She feels badly though, because it's not like Stan has any way of knowing that. And now he thinks the worst of himself and their friendship.]
I'm fine. You didn't do anything wrong. I just don't like being touched suddenly.
Next time a hug would be better-- with a little warning.
[He nods again. Warning for a hug? He's going to have to just make sure that he's always paying attention around her. Hugs aren't the sort of thing he's used to having to plan out. They usually just happen, spontaneously, when it's hard to contain a good feeling and it just sort of takes on a physical form. Almost like a reflex.
Now that it's obviously a problem, though... Well. He'll have to learn to curb it. That's all. He mulls this over for a long moment, still glancing guiltily out the window, and comes to a conclusion about how to try and fix things.
Thanks.
He meets her eyes for that word, and lifts the sandwich in her direction, before setting it back in with the rest of the food and covering it up again for later.
Allergies eyes it hopefully from the rafters, but there's no way he'll figure out how to open it, so Stan doesn't worry. He glances away again and stuffs his hands in his pocket, suddenly shy. Then gratitude is sincere, he's pretty sure she couldn't have questions about that. It's more than he expected to get. The only thing. The fact that it comes from someone who barely knows him and-
No. That just sends a funny pang of homesickness through him again, so he shoves the thought away. It's nice, that's all. He takes a few breaths, watching the newborn penguin chicks wobble their way through hay drifts and fall over. Yeah. Cute stuff is a good distraction, right? It always works on Chris and Michelle and Daisy, anyway.]
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But that's not the case with Stan. She likes him plenty, and he seems like a good kid, but she doesn't trust him. Not because he's done anything to deserve not being trusted, she just... hadn't gotten to the point of trusting him, either. She would if they had more time.
She feels badly though, because it's not like Stan has any way of knowing that. And now he thinks the worst of himself and their friendship.]
I'm fine. You didn't do anything wrong. I just don't like being touched suddenly.
Next time a hug would be better-- with a little warning.
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Now that it's obviously a problem, though... Well. He'll have to learn to curb it. That's all. He mulls this over for a long moment, still glancing guiltily out the window, and comes to a conclusion about how to try and fix things.
Thanks.
He meets her eyes for that word, and lifts the sandwich in her direction, before setting it back in with the rest of the food and covering it up again for later.
Allergies eyes it hopefully from the rafters, but there's no way he'll figure out how to open it, so Stan doesn't worry. He glances away again and stuffs his hands in his pocket, suddenly shy. Then gratitude is sincere, he's pretty sure she couldn't have questions about that. It's more than he expected to get. The only thing. The fact that it comes from someone who barely knows him and-
No. That just sends a funny pang of homesickness through him again, so he shoves the thought away. It's nice, that's all. He takes a few breaths, watching the newborn penguin chicks wobble their way through hay drifts and fall over. Yeah. Cute stuff is a good distraction, right? It always works on Chris and Michelle and Daisy, anyway.]
Wanna see the goats?