[ 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.
[Onni isn't the type to even notice that he's missing human contact until it happens. It doesn't even really occur to him to think about it, but when Reynir leans in a bit closer and presses against his side, he lets out a harrumphing little sound of comfort and relaxes just a little. When Reynir says that he could be lonely even with people around, he makes another little noise in his throat, closing his eyes for just a moment.
It isn't that he didn't think he was lonely before. It's just that he can't think about being lonely right now, he can't. Because if he starts to think about that, about the emptiness in his life, he's going to start crying and never stop, and that's something he can't tolerate. But he still feels the wash of grief again, overwhelming to the point it makes his ears ring, when Reynir mentions being alone and surrounded by people at the same time.
Pushing it down takes effort, switching his attention takes effort, but he manages it, and makes a little snort of almost-laughter when Reynir says it would be hypocritical of him to say he doesn't want to talk about it. Nodding, Onni keeps quiet while Reynir works up to it, looking down at their twined hands. Without thinking, because he can feel the echoes of Reynir's sadness and his desire to hide this behind smiles, he rubs his thumb against the back of Reynir's hand where his thumb connects to his palm. What Reynir reveals isn't exactly surprising, now that Onni's given it some thought - he hides it when people hurt his feelings or when he's feeling negative because it's his job to keep morale up.
Onni makes a soft snort at that.]
Well, don't feel obligated to try to keep my morale up! There's no use in it anyway. I'd rather know what you're really thinking or feeling than have you smiling all the time. I'm used to you smiling, but if it's not real then there's no point in it.
[Lifting his head, he looks over at Reynir, his mouth pursed a little.]
I've hurt your feelings before, haven't I? You can yell at me about it now, if you want.
[ That tight, clenched feeling in his chest loosens when Onni rubs his thumb against Reynir's hand. It's such a small gesture, but it's undoubtedly a gesture of comfort. Onni supporting him, encouraging him. Showing affection in that tiny, monumental way.
Reynir sighs. ]
It's real most of the time.
[ The objection sounded a lot better in his head, before he said it out loud. He huffs a soft laugh, an edge of sadness in it, and gives a silent nod, feeling his eyes swimming, welling with sudden, hot tears. He blinks them back right away, and if it weren't for the Bond, he thinks Onni wouldn't have noticed. But connected as they are, there's no hiding how close to the nerve that hit.
Onni is saying he wants the truth of Reynir, not for Reynir to be what is easiest and most pleasant for him. It's not something that's ever been told to him, before. People wanted him to be cheerful, and helpful, and dumb, and safe, and without complications or rough edges. The Reynir they were used to. The Reynir they could rely on. ]
I'll - remember that.
[ His breath catches when Onni asks if he's hurt him before, heartbeat skipping in sudden emotion. He is halfway to saying no, to insisting that even if Onni had, it wasn't a big deal. But he thinks about what Onni had just said. Thinks back. And gives a tiny shrug. ]
[It's a little surprising to feel how the slight touch of his thumb against the side of Reynir's hand changes the feeling that comes through their Bond. It's almost instant, the way it changes - a tension he hadn't been aware of releasing, like a fist unclenching. It takes his breath away for a moment, the knowledge that such a small gesture can do so much for someone like Reynir.]
I know.
[It sounds a little defensive, and for a moment he's surprised by the feeling. After a few seconds of dwelling on it, he can't work out why it made him feel defensive, and so he lets it go.]
Like I said, I only mean for you not to smile when it isn't real. Smile all you like when you're actually feeling happy.
[He can feel it, that Reynir is close to tears, but he doesn't know why, and so he just squeezes his hand again, lightly. Runs his thumb against the back of it, eyes on Reynir's face.]
There's no point in this, in trying to get to know you if you won't let me know you.
[The moment he says it, he realizes that it's hypocritical. How can he say that when he knows that he himself is shut off from showing people his emotions, can't even let himself cry in front of Reynir. It's just that those things, those parts of him, they're dammed up so tightly because he knows that the moment he allows a single crack to form everything is going to explode out of him. He'll be a wreck, he'll start crying and never stop, he won't be able to move or hold a job or take care of himself in any meaningful way.
It's something he can't do, he can't fall apart. Who would take over caring for him? There's no one. The only person who can take care of him is himself, and it has been for years. What other way is there to be?]
I'm sorry.
[It comes out quietly, an apology both for having hurt Reynir's feelings before, and also for not being able to open up to him. But everything inside him is like a tidal wave pounding against a wall and he can't let it out or it will destroy him.]
Okay. I understand that. But can you tell me what I did, so I can avoid doing it again?
[ That hits home, more than almost any other argument could have. Onni framing it in that way changes everything. Reynir hadn't ever thought of it like that - that by putting on a false cheerful face, hiding what he's feeling, he's denying Onni the chance to know the real him. That Onni wants to get to know him, and Reynir wants that so badly, but it won't really happen if he doesn't let Onni see the messy, ugly things, too.
He nods a few times, face solemn, taking it to heart. He should do better. For Onni's sake. Even if it goes against everything he's taught himself, and been taught, directly or indirectly, by others. ]
You don't need to apologize, Onni! It's - that's not why I brought it up. And no, I can't tell you. Not won't, can't. When that sort of thing happens, I - kind of make myself just forget it, deliberately. As much as possible. And you've never done anything remotely hurtful enough for that to be even a little hard. It's just - little things. Stupid things I should be less sensitive about. Next time it happens... I'll tell you, right away. I promise.
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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.
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It isn't that he didn't think he was lonely before. It's just that he can't think about being lonely right now, he can't. Because if he starts to think about that, about the emptiness in his life, he's going to start crying and never stop, and that's something he can't tolerate. But he still feels the wash of grief again, overwhelming to the point it makes his ears ring, when Reynir mentions being alone and surrounded by people at the same time.
Pushing it down takes effort, switching his attention takes effort, but he manages it, and makes a little snort of almost-laughter when Reynir says it would be hypocritical of him to say he doesn't want to talk about it. Nodding, Onni keeps quiet while Reynir works up to it, looking down at their twined hands. Without thinking, because he can feel the echoes of Reynir's sadness and his desire to hide this behind smiles, he rubs his thumb against the back of Reynir's hand where his thumb connects to his palm. What Reynir reveals isn't exactly surprising, now that Onni's given it some thought - he hides it when people hurt his feelings or when he's feeling negative because it's his job to keep morale up.
Onni makes a soft snort at that.]
Well, don't feel obligated to try to keep my morale up! There's no use in it anyway. I'd rather know what you're really thinking or feeling than have you smiling all the time. I'm used to you smiling, but if it's not real then there's no point in it.
[Lifting his head, he looks over at Reynir, his mouth pursed a little.]
I've hurt your feelings before, haven't I? You can yell at me about it now, if you want.
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Reynir sighs. ]
It's real most of the time.
[ The objection sounded a lot better in his head, before he said it out loud. He huffs a soft laugh, an edge of sadness in it, and gives a silent nod, feeling his eyes swimming, welling with sudden, hot tears. He blinks them back right away, and if it weren't for the Bond, he thinks Onni wouldn't have noticed. But connected as they are, there's no hiding how close to the nerve that hit.
Onni is saying he wants the truth of Reynir, not for Reynir to be what is easiest and most pleasant for him. It's not something that's ever been told to him, before. People wanted him to be cheerful, and helpful, and dumb, and safe, and without complications or rough edges. The Reynir they were used to. The Reynir they could rely on. ]
I'll - remember that.
[ His breath catches when Onni asks if he's hurt him before, heartbeat skipping in sudden emotion. He is halfway to saying no, to insisting that even if Onni had, it wasn't a big deal. But he thinks about what Onni had just said. Thinks back. And gives a tiny shrug. ]
Not - well, I mean. A few times, I guess.
[ He exhales shakily, and adds: ]
I don't want to yell at you, Onni. I'm not angry.
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I know.
[It sounds a little defensive, and for a moment he's surprised by the feeling. After a few seconds of dwelling on it, he can't work out why it made him feel defensive, and so he lets it go.]
Like I said, I only mean for you not to smile when it isn't real. Smile all you like when you're actually feeling happy.
[He can feel it, that Reynir is close to tears, but he doesn't know why, and so he just squeezes his hand again, lightly. Runs his thumb against the back of it, eyes on Reynir's face.]
There's no point in this, in trying to get to know you if you won't let me know you.
[The moment he says it, he realizes that it's hypocritical. How can he say that when he knows that he himself is shut off from showing people his emotions, can't even let himself cry in front of Reynir. It's just that those things, those parts of him, they're dammed up so tightly because he knows that the moment he allows a single crack to form everything is going to explode out of him. He'll be a wreck, he'll start crying and never stop, he won't be able to move or hold a job or take care of himself in any meaningful way.
It's something he can't do, he can't fall apart. Who would take over caring for him? There's no one. The only person who can take care of him is himself, and it has been for years. What other way is there to be?]
I'm sorry.
[It comes out quietly, an apology both for having hurt Reynir's feelings before, and also for not being able to open up to him. But everything inside him is like a tidal wave pounding against a wall and he can't let it out or it will destroy him.]
Okay. I understand that. But can you tell me what I did, so I can avoid doing it again?
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He nods a few times, face solemn, taking it to heart. He should do better. For Onni's sake. Even if it goes against everything he's taught himself, and been taught, directly or indirectly, by others. ]
You don't need to apologize, Onni! It's - that's not why I brought it up. And no, I can't tell you. Not won't, can't. When that sort of thing happens, I - kind of make myself just forget it, deliberately. As much as possible. And you've never done anything remotely hurtful enough for that to be even a little hard. It's just - little things. Stupid things I should be less sensitive about. Next time it happens... I'll tell you, right away. I promise.