[ The boy learns something new during his limited time of existence. There's a hand against his head as he's pulled into Ren's arms. He learns that the arms of another person are far warmer than a coat. Slowly but surely, the trembling fades as he leans his forehead against Ren's shoulder, one of his own hands lowering to grasp at the bottom of the teen's gray vest.
It seems even amnesia cannot erase the part of a person that instinctively relaxes at physical contact when it's from someone who makes them feel safe. Within this unknown, the dark-haired teen before him is something solid, something definite he can cling to.
There are a handful of things that the boy thinks he knows for sure: there's nothing he needs to apologize for; he's apparently doing fine; and he doesn't really want to let go of this newfound haven he's found in Ren. ]
...maybe.
[ He doesn't... think he was a cat? Not that there's any way to know for sure.
Reluctantly, he pulls away a bit to look up at the teen and inspects the other's features. Dark hair, a white mask obscuring his face -- no, none of this looks familiar to him. He swallows a bit as a sinking feeling settles in his stomach. Somehow, the fact that this person is definitely a stranger only confirms the fact that maybe he shouldn't be here.
For some reason, he thinks he should be alone. For some reason, he thinks he should be someplace where not a soul stirs outside of his own. ]
...I -- I think you should leave me.
[ It's the most he's managed to get out because those words need to be said urgently. Yet, they come out weak and afraid, from a frail body that can barely sit upright. The boy hasn't noticed it yet, but perhaps Ren's more sensitive to it, the fact that his presence is faint like a freshly-born soul. ]
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It seems even amnesia cannot erase the part of a person that instinctively relaxes at physical contact when it's from someone who makes them feel safe. Within this unknown, the dark-haired teen before him is something solid, something definite he can cling to.
There are a handful of things that the boy thinks he knows for sure: there's nothing he needs to apologize for; he's apparently doing fine; and he doesn't really want to let go of this newfound haven he's found in Ren. ]
...maybe.
[ He doesn't... think he was a cat? Not that there's any way to know for sure.
Reluctantly, he pulls away a bit to look up at the teen and inspects the other's features. Dark hair, a white mask obscuring his face -- no, none of this looks familiar to him. He swallows a bit as a sinking feeling settles in his stomach. Somehow, the fact that this person is definitely a stranger only confirms the fact that maybe he shouldn't be here.
For some reason, he thinks he should be alone. For some reason, he thinks he should be someplace where not a soul stirs outside of his own. ]
...I -- I think you should leave me.
[ It's the most he's managed to get out because those words need to be said urgently. Yet, they come out weak and afraid, from a frail body that can barely sit upright. The boy hasn't noticed it yet, but perhaps Ren's more sensitive to it, the fact that his presence is faint like a freshly-born soul. ]