[Johan is so rarely discomfited. His walls are high and thick, his vulnerabilities so small, his comprehension so vast; it's hard to shake him at all. Even now, with other people in his head, the constant pulsing humanity of them, it's difficult.]
[But Tenma's presence is like . . . looking in a mirror and seeing everything exactly the same but precisely opposite, only it isn't a mirror, it's the world. Just the world, and yourself, backwards. Subtly wrong. It would bother him more if he were more of a person, and in this moment he's grateful--no--calmed by his own perpetual stasis. It could be worse. It could be significantly worse, he knows, if he had more to lose, the way Herr Doktor Tenma always did.]
[Still. There it is, the gratitude at companionship and focus on what is rather than what is not, not pushing against him but constantly in his periphery.]
[Johan's eyebrows draw together faintly. Home? he thinks, tying it to the others with a very uncertain question mark.]
You're worried about them worrying. [Also a question, kind of.]
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[But Tenma's presence is like . . . looking in a mirror and seeing everything exactly the same but precisely opposite, only it isn't a mirror, it's the world. Just the world, and yourself, backwards. Subtly wrong. It would bother him more if he were more of a person, and in this moment he's grateful--no--calmed by his own perpetual stasis. It could be worse. It could be significantly worse, he knows, if he had more to lose, the way Herr Doktor Tenma always did.]
[Still. There it is, the gratitude at companionship and focus on what is rather than what is not, not pushing against him but constantly in his periphery.]
[Johan's eyebrows draw together faintly. Home? he thinks, tying it to the others with a very uncertain question mark.]
You're worried about them worrying. [Also a question, kind of.]