That's not a particularly good response at all, can't possibly sum up everything he's thinking at the moment, but it's all he has as he lets it process through his mind, all of the things Ned's saying. He knows he should be immediately arguing that it's impossible, but he'd seen it, and he's never had a hard time believing impossible things, anyway. He doesn't draw his hand back from Ned's shoulder, even when he feels Ned shrink away. Maybe he should. Maybe Ned would prefer it. Selfishly, though, he doesn't pull away.
"You never told anybody? After all these years, I mean, if you've been able to do that for so long, and you've never told anyone..."
He's still collating all of his thoughts, not sure how he wants to respond, not sure how to tackle the how or the why of this, but knowing very much that he wants to tackle the fact that Ned thinks he's a freak of nature. A monster. An alien. Those thoughts are all too familiar to him, although he doesn't have this thing that Ned has, doesn't have anything like it.
"You must be scared about it all the time. I mean, that sounds really..." He tries to think of a way to phrase it inoffensively, but completely fails. Then a thought occurs to him. "Is that why you were so scared in the store? Because the animals were dead? And you knew that if you touched one of them then... then that would happen? How do you... aren't you lonely, if you never tell anyone? That's a big secret. I mean, I know you probably couldn't tell anyone, because if you said it they'd probably think you were crazy, but I mean, it's obviously real."
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That's not a particularly good response at all, can't possibly sum up everything he's thinking at the moment, but it's all he has as he lets it process through his mind, all of the things Ned's saying. He knows he should be immediately arguing that it's impossible, but he'd seen it, and he's never had a hard time believing impossible things, anyway. He doesn't draw his hand back from Ned's shoulder, even when he feels Ned shrink away. Maybe he should. Maybe Ned would prefer it. Selfishly, though, he doesn't pull away.
"You never told anybody? After all these years, I mean, if you've been able to do that for so long, and you've never told anyone..."
He's still collating all of his thoughts, not sure how he wants to respond, not sure how to tackle the how or the why of this, but knowing very much that he wants to tackle the fact that Ned thinks he's a freak of nature. A monster. An alien. Those thoughts are all too familiar to him, although he doesn't have this thing that Ned has, doesn't have anything like it.
"You must be scared about it all the time. I mean, that sounds really..." He tries to think of a way to phrase it inoffensively, but completely fails. Then a thought occurs to him. "Is that why you were so scared in the store? Because the animals were dead? And you knew that if you touched one of them then... then that would happen? How do you... aren't you lonely, if you never tell anyone? That's a big secret. I mean, I know you probably couldn't tell anyone, because if you said it they'd probably think you were crazy, but I mean, it's obviously real."