[Can she not control it? is the thought that comes over the mental link, unconsciously said, but instead of berating her, Nathaniel just bites his lip, coming closer, even if every fiber in his body is screaming for him to stay away,]
I-it's going to be okay. [He says, trying to sound reassuring, his hand held up as if to say "I'm not going to hurt you, please trust me".] Do you want some company? Maybe it'll help you feel better?
[He's digging in his feet into the ground in an obvious attempt to prevent himself from acting on the urge to get the heck out of dodge.]
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I-it's going to be okay. [He says, trying to sound reassuring, his hand held up as if to say "I'm not going to hurt you, please trust me".] Do you want some company? Maybe it'll help you feel better?
[He's digging in his feet into the ground in an obvious attempt to prevent himself from acting on the urge to get the heck out of dodge.]