by Kylo » 06/29/2018 3:47 PM
Sedimus thought for a few moments, trying to pin down exactly why he trusted Mack besides just a vague gut instinct. Part of it was his honesty with him and another was he looked like the kind of person who had been hurt before like himself. Someone who appreciated honesty as much as himself. He took a chance at first but then when Mack cried in front of him he knew. No one had been willing to learn for him, no one wanted to give him a chance. Most people who go through that aren't looking to hurt others.
"It's a lot of things. Little things like your honesty with me. I admit I took a bit of a chance, because something told me I'd be a fool not to, but when you opened up to me when I came back and learned sign, I knew I made the right choice. It's hard to open up to someone like that, especially when they don't know you well."
He takes a breath and smiles sincerely, "I can tell you've been hurt before, maybe not in romance but in other ways. Most people like you, like me, when we finally get someone in our lives who shows us respect and decency, the last thing we want is to push them away or to hurt them."
Sedimus reached out over the desk to gently grasp one of Mack's hands and squeeze for a short moment before letting go for Mack to reply.
"But most of all, your eyes are kind, they're the kinda eyes that make you feel safe and warm. Like coming home. I don't know how to explain, but when you've been hurt by so many people you learn to read people's eyes. Just one look and you know if they're going to hurt you are not. Yours said to me 'I don't want to hurt you, but I'm afraid to get my hopes up in case you hurt me.' I know that look because I see it in my own eyes every time I look in a mirror."
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline
I think there's a flaw in my code
(Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh)
These voices won't leave me alone
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold
Are you deranged like me?
Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me?
"Gasoline" by Halsey