[ It isn't that Reynir has had no physical contact with anyone since arriving in this world, but it hasn't been very much. Especially coming right from Finland, where at nights he and his friends curled up together in a small tent, and during the day there were back-slaps from Sigrun and Mikkel setting his hand on his shoulder, and even Lalli poking him in the face from time to time.
He sighs, scooting a tiny amount closer to Onni, solid and warm and so comforting for it. ]
You can be lonely with people around.
[ Reynir could say more, explain that none of those people had been looking out for Onni, as far as he could tell, caring for him rather than being cared for by him. There might have been routine, and the companionship of seeing the same faces every day, but Reynir knows from experience it's not the same as having a friend, someone to confide in and rely on. After all, he'd managed to feel lonely plenty in his life, despite the small, close-knit community he grew up in.
But he doesn't poke holes in Onni's reply. He just lets those words sit between them for a space. Maybe, after a while, Onni will be able to see the difference, look back and recognize his loneliness in hindsight. ]
I guess it would be pretty hypocritical of me to say I would rather not talk about it, huh?
[ As jokes go, it's a fairly weak one, and even as he makes it, Reynir knows it's just a continuation, of that small smile, of the hiding in general. It's so much easier for him, to make light, to obfuscate with cheerfulness and humor, instead of speaking directly, plainly. Speaking the way Onni speaks.
He drops his gaze to where Onni's hand is held between his, and gives a shrug that Onni will feel rather than see. ]
I don't really like people to know it, when they've hurt my feelings, or I'm feeling angry or- not very happy with myself, or that kind of thing. I know all of that is... normal, and there's nothing wrong with it, but I guess I kind of. I feel like it's my job, to keep morale up, and stay positive and cheerful. Even when I'm not - totally feeling it.
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He sighs, scooting a tiny amount closer to Onni, solid and warm and so comforting for it. ]
You can be lonely with people around.
[ Reynir could say more, explain that none of those people had been looking out for Onni, as far as he could tell, caring for him rather than being cared for by him. There might have been routine, and the companionship of seeing the same faces every day, but Reynir knows from experience it's not the same as having a friend, someone to confide in and rely on. After all, he'd managed to feel lonely plenty in his life, despite the small, close-knit community he grew up in.
But he doesn't poke holes in Onni's reply. He just lets those words sit between them for a space. Maybe, after a while, Onni will be able to see the difference, look back and recognize his loneliness in hindsight. ]
I guess it would be pretty hypocritical of me to say I would rather not talk about it, huh?
[ As jokes go, it's a fairly weak one, and even as he makes it, Reynir knows it's just a continuation, of that small smile, of the hiding in general. It's so much easier for him, to make light, to obfuscate with cheerfulness and humor, instead of speaking directly, plainly. Speaking the way Onni speaks.
He drops his gaze to where Onni's hand is held between his, and gives a shrug that Onni will feel rather than see. ]
I don't really like people to know it, when they've hurt my feelings, or I'm feeling angry or- not very happy with myself, or that kind of thing. I know all of that is... normal, and there's nothing wrong with it, but I guess I kind of. I feel like it's my job, to keep morale up, and stay positive and cheerful. Even when I'm not - totally feeling it.