He looks really horrified from what I can see in the mirror, but then he turns to face me, bounces down off the stool, and comes over to hug me.
I wrap my arms around him, careful of the bakery bag, and sigh in contentment. No, he doesn't feel the same as he did when I used to hug his avatar. But he still feels exactly like him, and that's all that matters for my sake. Especially since now I can feel him breathing, I can feel his life, I know he's real and here with me, and not in terrible danger in the subdimension.
"Art history," I say with a little shudder. "I don't know why I let neesan talk me into these things. The other subjects are mostly helpful for being a pilot and for maybe one day being in charge, like the Commander. But art history? Not so much. It's okay, Emi. Not your fault. Tell me about your day?"
I'm very conscious that at least I do get to leave the house. Emi can, too, of course. There's nothing really stopping him.
...except him being treated by a kid by everyone he sees.
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Date: 2015-02-05 12:56 pm (UTC)I wrap my arms around him, careful of the bakery bag, and sigh in contentment. No, he doesn't feel the same as he did when I used to hug his avatar. But he still feels exactly like him, and that's all that matters for my sake. Especially since now I can feel him breathing, I can feel his life, I know he's real and here with me, and not in terrible danger in the subdimension.
"Art history," I say with a little shudder. "I don't know why I let neesan talk me into these things. The other subjects are mostly helpful for being a pilot and for maybe one day being in charge, like the Commander. But art history? Not so much. It's okay, Emi. Not your fault. Tell me about your day?"
I'm very conscious that at least I do get to leave the house. Emi can, too, of course. There's nothing really stopping him.
...except him being treated by a kid by everyone he sees.