mental link; whichever day is today

[shiro2hero]

[The mental voice is... hesitant. Like he's trying his best to modulate his tone, and not sure if he's speaking too loudly or too softly.]

(This has probably been a long time coming... but I have to admit. I'm not good with people in my head.) [A flicker of regret and flashing images quickly stifled.] (Or at controlling what goes through my mind. Someone here called them flashbacks. Guess that works out.)

(It's a long story.)

[So please don't ask, goes unsaid, but like a lot of things here, it's probably felt.]

(But it's been affecting others here, and for that, I'm sorry. I need to be better at this. So I'm asking for help...)

[So he doesn't accidentally overwhelm the wrong person with the wrong memory. Or panic right in front of someone.]

(And before anyone asks - the answer to 'are you okay' is ... not something I want to talk about right now. Sorry.)

[Wait, wait, crap. How does he close this. There's a flustered feeling before just... the mental image of a closed comm connection. He figures that's as good as anything.]

[For anyone who wants to talk in person, he's hauled himself back up onto the roof, bundled up into an oversized hoodie. Black, of course. Hands shoved into his pockets. Probably being all brooding-looking while inside, he's just wondering what it's like to pilot one of the vehicles he sees zooming around.]

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[shiro2hero]

"Noble" is, uh. That's one way to put it. Most people say "reckless heroics".

[Most people being literally anyone who knew him for five minutes. So he's a bit flustered by the compliment. The color in his cheeks hasn't faded in the least.]

I'll think about it. If it turns out working through it will take too much time, put too many people at risk... it might be the only option.

[Because that's the real problem here. It's not a matter of wanting an easy way out for his own sake. No, he's more than willing to work his ass off if he has to. But that takes time. It's a luxury the people dragged into his memories might not have.]

[His memories.]

[The apology gets a sort of half-smile, tired and easy.] Nothing to apologize for. Not like you woke me up.

[HAHAHAH, him?? Sleep??? That's hilarious.]

Thanks. For offering -- it didn't seem like it was an easy thing to do.

[vocalis]

[ That's weird, is Shiro... blushing? Aoba can't really tell in the dim nighttime light. Maybe it's just his scar. He shouldn't stare.

Whatever it is, he's going a little red himself. ]

Um, well, it's... easier to talk about using my abilities here than it would have been at home. We're all a little different now, thanks to the Nest. So, everyone kind of understands on some level.

[ It's meant to be encouraging. Shiro would dang well know about aliens making their own adjustments now wouldn't he. ]

Well, get some rest soon. Goodnight, Shiro.

[ With a small wave and a turn, he pockets his hands in his jacket again and heads back inside. ]

[shiro2hero]

[We're all a little different now...]

[There's a twitch in his shoulders. He turns away, slightly, out toward the city. The color on his cheeks vanishing as suddenly as it came. Fighting not... to broadcast the thoughts bouncing through his head. Waking up and not knowing why part of you was gone. Why it was different. Why the face looking back at you wasn't... yours any longer.]

[He doesn't say any of this out loud. This guy doesn't need it dumped on him.]

Easier said than done, but ... I'll give it a shot.

You too.