"They have so far," he agrees, slowly. "And they could easily enough have not. I wouldn't really have blamed them." He shrugs and takes a sip of his tea, warm and soothing and something to focus on.
*pets* No worries, hope you're feeling bettermanipemotionsJanuary 26 2013, 12:49:57 UTC
"Yes. I mean-" He realizes he doesn't actually know what, if anything, Aubrey knows about that, and hopes that it's enough to be aware--and wary--of the threat. "I'm not exactly a wonder to have about. Victor did... he told you, didn't he?" He takes a few slow breaths and another sip of tea, trying to settle himself, because he's fairly sure he's bleeding anxiety and discomfort like he's opened a vein.
doing much better, thanks. ^^ still a bit achy but more bearable!ofthefolkJanuary 26 2013, 13:10:36 UTC
"A little," he admits, setting down his mug and while he can all but taste the anxiety -- a bitter, unpleasant flavour that sticks at the back of his throat -- it slides off of him, refusing to take root.
Glad to hear it, take care of yourself! manipemotionsJanuary 26 2013, 20:52:33 UTC
"A little," he echoes with a faint attempt at a smile. But not much beyond that they work together and that Aubrey is... some variety of unusual. "I imagine it's one of those things that's yours to tell."
"A little can mean rather a lot in this case," he says. The last thing he probably needed to be doing was to expand James' horizons beyound what they'd already been stretched.
"Biologically speaking, however, I'm hardwired a little differently from most folk. Which is why your ability doesn't work on me like it would most others. Though, that being said, the anxiety is a little distracting."
It... probably is best at this point, really, not to add too much information to what he's already trying to process, though the time will doubtless have to come. For now, Aubrey's explanation is both a relief and an embarrassment, both emotions bleeding into what he's projecting in a jumble. At least he's not adversely affecting the man, but-
"I'm sorry." He takes another slow breath. Another sip of tea. Focuses on pushing down the tangle of emotions. Obviously meditation needs to be a much larger part of his day. Or something. Anything that lets him actually keep his own emotions in check, as he has absolutely no idea how to go about not projecting them.
"He was?" He knows, of course, intellectually that Victor had had to deal with something much worse and more damaging as a small child, and that he must have had to work for the control and self-possession he has now, but... it's hard to imagine him awkward and uncertain and afraid.
"He was a lot less apologetic about it." For good reason, he supposes, though not without reason. "Which was how we figured things out in the first place. Funny how that goes."
"Because he wasn't apologetic?" He's not quite sure how that would have worked... or that it's any of his business, but he can't seem to keep the question back.
"It's rather difficult for me," he admits, "knowing what to say and what to keep back. Most know the circumstances already, you see, and I suspect your brother would rather explain certain things to you himself."
Whether he would, however, was another matter entirely. "The simplest way to explain it, I suppose, is that he tried to use them on me the first time that we met, and much to both our surprise, it didn't work."
He braces his forearms on the counter top, mug clasped idly between his hands as he listens, then nods. "I imagine it wasn't a particularly pleasant surprise on his part at the time." From the sounds of it, anyway. It... must be lovely, now. To know that whatever Aubrey felt was entirely natural.
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Victor had explained as best he could, though understandably he had kept things vague.
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"I don't suppose he's told you about me?"
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"Biologically speaking, however, I'm hardwired a little differently from most folk. Which is why your ability doesn't work on me like it would most others. Though, that being said, the anxiety is a little distracting."
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"I'm sorry." He takes another slow breath. Another sip of tea. Focuses on pushing down the tangle of emotions. Obviously meditation needs to be a much larger part of his day. Or something. Anything that lets him actually keep his own emotions in check, as he has absolutely no idea how to go about not projecting them.
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"I'm not really explaining this very well, am I?"
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Whether he would, however, was another matter entirely. "The simplest way to explain it, I suppose, is that he tried to use them on me the first time that we met, and much to both our surprise, it didn't work."
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