[He flinches away at first. For Pokey, having an adult put their hand on his head usually meant they were going to grip his hair to hold him still before pelting him to shut him up. So he's...somewhat confused by the sign of affection.
And it swells up. All the terror, and anger, and sadness he felt; the short moment of exhilaration as he tried to control himself when you were talking with him. And now the sign of affection, that he can actually interpret as such for once. It just swells and swells and he can't really hold back.
Pokey's a lot of things. He's damn near a genius, and a prodigy, and occasionally charming. But he's also a bully, and a coward, and a cheat. But above all those? He's a little boy. So he does what any little boy would do with so many emotions coming his way in such a short period of time.
He cries. He hates it, and he tries to stop it as he makes a futile attempt to wipe at his eyes, but he can't stop it. He just cries, and cries, and cries, hiccing quietly as he constantly tries to fight it back.]
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And it swells up. All the terror, and anger, and sadness he felt; the short moment of exhilaration as he tried to control himself when you were talking with him. And now the sign of affection, that he can actually interpret as such for once. It just swells and swells and he can't really hold back.
Pokey's a lot of things. He's damn near a genius, and a prodigy, and occasionally charming. But he's also a bully, and a coward, and a cheat. But above all those? He's a little boy. So he does what any little boy would do with so many emotions coming his way in such a short period of time.
He cries. He hates it, and he tries to stop it as he makes a futile attempt to wipe at his eyes, but he can't stop it. He just cries, and cries, and cries, hiccing quietly as he constantly tries to fight it back.]