[ He doesn't have the Halovian sense for preternatural empathy; he only has that which any human can claim to have. Doesn't know, right now, what turmoil lurks in the corners of Sunday's heart. He feels Sunday hold him back and — seemingly — snuggle deeper into him, and he enjoys it; he's happy.
So then, why does it sound like Sunday isn't happy? Caelus pets the back of his head as if trying to soothe him. The man's hair trails down his neck; it feels especially fluffy at the back. The Trailblazer hums in a way he thinks is reassuring. Maybe it isn't at all. ]
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[ He doesn't have the Halovian sense for preternatural empathy; he only has that which any human can claim to have. Doesn't know, right now, what turmoil lurks in the corners of Sunday's heart. He feels Sunday hold him back and — seemingly — snuggle deeper into him, and he enjoys it; he's happy.
So then, why does it sound like Sunday isn't happy? Caelus pets the back of his head as if trying to soothe him. The man's hair trails down his neck; it feels especially fluffy at the back. The Trailblazer hums in a way he thinks is reassuring. Maybe it isn't at all. ]
What's wrong?