[It's a wrench, for Iris, to try and look at Dillon and only see the uncertain human boy. Time and entropy exist in a tightly coiled symbiosis, and his disruption of it jangles her senses almost unbearably.]
Sweetheart.
[It's the equivalent of screwing her eyes shut, clenching her teeth and holding her breath, and there's so much of it that he still makes her skin crawl.
But side by side with that, there's a lost boy that she wants to hug breathless.
She doesn't. She's not entirely sure that getting that close might not make her retch or seize, and not entirely trustful of his limits either. But she does reach for his hand, and doesn't allow it to be reluctant.]
Come with me. She's got summat I want to show you.
[There are two timeships, now. There's a raw eggful of pure new singularity putting out its feelers in Iris' bedroom, and she has a feeling it'll find him interesting.]
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Sweetheart.
[It's the equivalent of screwing her eyes shut, clenching her teeth and holding her breath, and there's so much of it that he still makes her skin crawl.
But side by side with that, there's a lost boy that she wants to hug breathless.
She doesn't. She's not entirely sure that getting that close might not make her retch or seize, and not entirely trustful of his limits either. But she does reach for his hand, and doesn't allow it to be reluctant.]
Come with me. She's got summat I want to show you.
[There are two timeships, now. There's a raw eggful of pure new singularity putting out its feelers in Iris' bedroom, and she has a feeling it'll find him interesting.]