[So Kyna stays quiet for a bit, just letting him work and watching. She has no idea what he's really doing or what he's looking for, but it's sort of soothing.
After about ten minutes or so, though, her anxiety gets the best of her, and she nudges him gently.]
[ It's meditation for him, particularly while stoned. He goes into a kind of state of flow when he's working, a weird combination of spaced-out and focused, some really peak zen.
It startles him a little when she nudges him out of it; he pauses and nudges the goggles up again. ]
Hey.
[ He's anticipating more Feelings. No le gusta. Por que. Everyone get stoned and forget about your feelings. He should get her high. ]
[He's anticipating correctly, although she pauses first, reaching up to smooth back a lock of his hair that's sticking up awkwardly because of the goggles.]
Um... I just wanted to say I'm sorry again. I should have... you know. Been more worried about how you felt instead of...
[ The smile he offers up is tired, a little worn down at the seams. ]
It's okay. Really. I just wanna not... dwell on it.
[ Because that sucks and going around in circles in his own head just starts spiking agitation. He doesn't want to put either of them through that emotional labor.
Instead, he's gonna pleasantly and kindly veer the subject off, with a nod over at his coffee table. ]
Hey, do you wanna like... do drugs and watch a movie?
[ Aloof and easy, and he'll just settle in on that couch.
Unless she brings it up again, that's how the night will go — Ian packing a bowl, Kyna ordering food, and watching a movie while stoned very much not talking stress. ]
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[ He agrees with a sage nod. Thusly proclaimed, he tugs his goggles back down again. ]
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After about ten minutes or so, though, her anxiety gets the best of her, and she nudges him gently.]
Hey.
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It startles him a little when she nudges him out of it; he pauses and nudges the goggles up again. ]
Hey.
[ He's anticipating more Feelings. No le gusta. Por que. Everyone get stoned and forget about your feelings. He should get her high. ]
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Um... I just wanted to say I'm sorry again. I should have... you know. Been more worried about how you felt instead of...
[She trails off, gesturing vaguely.]
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It's okay. Really. I just wanna not... dwell on it.
[ Because that sucks and going around in circles in his own head just starts spiking agitation. He doesn't want to put either of them through that emotional labor.
Instead, he's gonna pleasantly and kindly veer the subject off, with a nod over at his coffee table. ]
Hey, do you wanna like... do drugs and watch a movie?
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Oh, uh, sure. Didn't you want to work?
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It wasn't really about working so much as just... having something to focus on. Movie's good for that, too.
[ He'll scoot on back from the desk and head over to the couch. ]
So you don't have to just sit there being bored watching me fuck with tiny little metal things, attaching them to other tiny little metal things.
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I was really impressed by your little metal things.
[Obviously.]
Do you want me to order food or something?
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[ Aloof and easy, and he'll just settle in on that couch.
Unless she brings it up again, that's how the night will go — Ian packing a bowl, Kyna ordering food, and watching a movie while stoned very much not talking stress. ]