[ Thaaaaaaaat would probably be a little overwhelming, yes. He's already fairly overwhelmed, that's what's causing like at least a third of the problem. He doesn't do that well with emotional overwhelming - his emotions typically run borderline to being so on normalish days; situations like this just catapult them firmly into what-are-we-supposed-to-do-with-this-shit-now.
Like, hey, right now. She's showing him things, and he's keeping himself to himself, as much as he's able to right now, but that's -
That's not a feeling he's used to associating with her. Like, at all. He can barely remember how it was in the beginning, the pair of them, and a lot of that is due to the slow manner in which she opened up, and part of that is simply him having become accustomed to the way they are now. In that respect the gradual climb into this current status eroded his sense of the previous one in the process. But he does take what she's giving him, even if he's tensed slightly in the weight and unease of it. He takes it and flits between the two, if he's able, comparing and contrasting, because that's how he works. He needs to analyse the data. He's somewhat more open to the possibility, because while he did trust her words, this sort of thing is just... inherently more trustworthy.
More trustworthy, but not by itself enough to change his mind. It could be a one-off. It doesn't necessarily leave him as the common denominator (even though it's... fairly obvious he is.) He turns to look at her again though, eyes - he hasn't actually started crying, just got close to it - seeking out any trace of even a lie of omission in her face. ]
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Like, hey, right now. She's showing him things, and he's keeping himself to himself, as much as he's able to right now, but that's -
That's not a feeling he's used to associating with her. Like, at all. He can barely remember how it was in the beginning, the pair of them, and a lot of that is due to the slow manner in which she opened up, and part of that is simply him having become accustomed to the way they are now. In that respect the gradual climb into this current status eroded his sense of the previous one in the process. But he does take what she's giving him, even if he's tensed slightly in the weight and unease of it. He takes it and flits between the two, if he's able, comparing and contrasting, because that's how he works. He needs to analyse the data. He's somewhat more open to the possibility, because while he did trust her words, this sort of thing is just... inherently more trustworthy.
More trustworthy, but not by itself enough to change his mind. It could be a one-off. It doesn't necessarily leave him as the common denominator (even though it's... fairly obvious he is.) He turns to look at her again though, eyes - he hasn't actually started crying, just got close to it - seeking out any trace of even a lie of omission in her face. ]