[Pokey takes a breath. A visible, big one, and holds it when he sees the yo-yo. Slowly, as if he's about to pick up something delicate and ethereal, Pokey brings his hand closer to it, gently folding his hand over it.
And then? Quickly, he takes his hand off and pushes it back towards Lucas, immediately averting his gaze, resting his chin on his other hand. He's silent a moment before he speaks again.]
Keep it. It's yours.
[From what little he does know? You probably went through more to get it, however you did, back at your home. And if he took it from you, even if he wants it, REALLY wants it...it'd just add up to the guilt he still has.
Guilt sucks. He hates it. And he's willing to make concessions now to keep it away from him.]
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:03 am (UTC)And then? Quickly, he takes his hand off and pushes it back towards Lucas, immediately averting his gaze, resting his chin on his other hand. He's silent a moment before he speaks again.]
Keep it. It's yours.
[From what little he does know? You probably went through more to get it, however you did, back at your home. And if he took it from you, even if he wants it, REALLY wants it...it'd just add up to the guilt he still has.
Guilt sucks. He hates it. And he's willing to make concessions now to keep it away from him.]