[ Cats, apparently, feel the draw of aversion. Ten minutes into prime-time exposure to the only mind that's both factory-made to fit 'their brood' and not broadcasting its traumas, Shinji's starting to feel distinctly feline.
The man's main advantage — it turns out on considerate, at-distance stalking — is deflective. Stick just close enough to him in the crowd, and his flagrant indifference will shield you from the social intrusion of curious partygoers, emotional drunkards and casual mental voyeurs.
The funeral procession left a slew of righteous mourners who lost their wit in the pyre fire and are satellite-tracking it back at the bottom of their latest cup. Possibly, Misato's leading the disaster. It's not mooching, exactly, to studiously tail this man, just because he's doing a veteran job of keeping everyone else away, with an earnestness and efficiency several overhyped championships above Shinji's kiddy league. It's common sense. He's fourteen, not (fully) stupid.
At some point, inevitably, even Shinji's woeful height and mousy presence do little to hide him, and he's next in line to offer awkward explanations for his indirect invasion. Mental links are fragile, amorphous things. He has been trying to find and push away the edges.
Now, he finds more ounces of that precious common sense and makes himself physically small, loose-limbed and slouching. ]
Sorry. [ The necessary out of the way first. ] You... were making everyone else go away. So.
hyrypia!
The man's main advantage — it turns out on considerate, at-distance stalking — is deflective. Stick just close enough to him in the crowd, and his flagrant indifference will shield you from the social intrusion of curious partygoers, emotional drunkards and casual mental voyeurs.
The funeral procession left a slew of righteous mourners who lost their wit in the pyre fire and are satellite-tracking it back at the bottom of their latest cup. Possibly, Misato's leading the disaster. It's not mooching, exactly, to studiously tail this man, just because he's doing a veteran job of keeping everyone else away, with an earnestness and efficiency several overhyped championships above Shinji's kiddy league. It's common sense. He's fourteen, not (fully) stupid.
At some point, inevitably, even Shinji's woeful height and mousy presence do little to hide him, and he's next in line to offer awkward explanations for his indirect invasion. Mental links are fragile, amorphous things. He has been trying to find and push away the edges.
Now, he finds more ounces of that precious common sense and makes himself physically small, loose-limbed and slouching. ]
Sorry. [ The necessary out of the way first. ] You... were making everyone else go away. So.
[ So. ]