He has seen it in Cass, the years that he's gotten to know her, little by little and largely unseen. Not sadness, per se, but like there's a piece missing, sometimes. He can see it come back to her when they play around, almost revitalizing, and it's more than trade enough for his visits. It's as much for her as it is for him.
Besides, it's not often adults can see him. She's something special in that kinda sense.
His fingers fumble a bit with the fabric but he seems to be determinedly tying that blanket around his neck, like a cape. It hangs heavily onto the floor and engulfs him almost completely, but he stands high and proud like some king, up on his toes. "What if I showed you something really cool?"
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He has seen it in Cass, the years that he's gotten to know her, little by little and largely unseen. Not sadness, per se, but like there's a piece missing, sometimes. He can see it come back to her when they play around, almost revitalizing, and it's more than trade enough for his visits. It's as much for her as it is for him.
Besides, it's not often adults can see him. She's something special in that kinda sense.
His fingers fumble a bit with the fabric but he seems to be determinedly tying that blanket around his neck, like a cape. It hangs heavily onto the floor and engulfs him almost completely, but he stands high and proud like some king, up on his toes. "What if I showed you something really cool?"