It's so strange to be told that this sort of thing is normal. No wonder people stuff these sorts of emotions away. Locked away, to not interfere with daily life....but Federico is also noticing, distantly, how once the tears slow, a heavy sort of peace is left in their wake. Is this why Arturia wants so much for people to express everything in their hearts...? Or is it simply that someone holding him and speaking with him has indeed grounded him......
What Casper should do as a person...unspoken laws of being human. It's reassuring. Safe even, as faint warmth presses at the crown of his head. Federico faintly feels the breath, the final words of assurance...
You deserve kindness.
He's too far gone to really ponder that, instead taking them at face value as he finally sinks into sleep. Safe.
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Federico doesn't stir at all for hours after this. Not while being carried, not while being settled on the couch, and pretty much not until midday of the next day. Casper managed to make him feel safe long enough for the Executor's massive sleep debt to essentially surge forth and slam him down with the weight of a sledgehammer.
Which is why he's understandably very disoriented upon finally waking up. He blinks groggily at the couch cushions, as if they hold answers.
They do not.
...Overall the situation has not changed. Sunday is still gone, and his failure in that still aches greatly. But he feels like he can actually...face it. ...of course rest would make emotional proccessing easier. It is unfortionate that, paradoxically, recognizing that is very difficult whilst horribly exhausted. Federico sighs, sitting up.
He feels better after taking some time to freshen up. Then he sets out to find Casper again.
He wishes he had pastries or some sort of food to bring as a gift. Or crackers for Bob. Fowlbeasts enjoy those, right...?
There is still no food on the deck, however. So wherever he finds Casper amongst the many mirrors...words will have to do.
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What Casper should do as a person...unspoken laws of being human. It's reassuring. Safe even, as faint warmth presses at the crown of his head. Federico faintly feels the breath, the final words of assurance...
You deserve kindness.
He's too far gone to really ponder that, instead taking them at face value as he finally sinks into sleep. Safe.
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Federico doesn't stir at all for hours after this. Not while being carried, not while being settled on the couch, and pretty much not until midday of the next day. Casper managed to make him feel safe long enough for the Executor's massive sleep debt to essentially surge forth and slam him down with the weight of a sledgehammer.
Which is why he's understandably very disoriented upon finally waking up. He blinks groggily at the couch cushions, as if they hold answers.
They do not.
...Overall the situation has not changed. Sunday is still gone, and his failure in that still aches greatly. But he feels like he can actually...face it. ...of course rest would make emotional proccessing easier. It is unfortionate that, paradoxically, recognizing that is very difficult whilst horribly exhausted. Federico sighs, sitting up.
He feels better after taking some time to freshen up. Then he sets out to find Casper again.
He wishes he had pastries or some sort of food to bring as a gift. Or crackers for Bob. Fowlbeasts enjoy those, right...?
There is still no food on the deck, however. So wherever he finds Casper amongst the many mirrors...words will have to do.