WHO: Sollux and Aradia.
WHAT: Pale bros are pale together.
WHEN: At some point while they are waiting for the Rebel peeps to finish whatever they are doing at the HQ.
He didn't know what to do with himself.
Even if he'd been mentally equipped to, there was nothing he could help with. He wasn't supposed to actually enter the HQ without careful accompaniment, and as far as he could tell with his limited social sensitivity, none of Karkat's existing crew wanted anything to do with him. And he sure as hell didn't have the energy to deal with that kind of conflict anymore.
So he kept to himself. Day by day, his head was gradually beginning to clear, and he spent those long hours putting that newfound clarity of thought to use. A lot of it was struggling to sort out his feelings - to draw the line between what was him and what had been built in to him, with only minor victories. But for the first time in a long while he was able to feel out the depths of his injury, and he was becoming increasingly aware of how badly things were damaged.
And just how trapped he'd been for the last, well...ever.
But now he finally had some freedom to move, and he knew at least one thing he had to use it for. He had been spacing out on the resting slab for the while, but he was finding himself increasingly preoccupied with watching Aradia. Eventually he forced himself to speak.
"Aradia? Can I talk to you?"
WHAT: Pale bros are pale together.
WHEN: At some point while they are waiting for the Rebel peeps to finish whatever they are doing at the HQ.
He didn't know what to do with himself.
Even if he'd been mentally equipped to, there was nothing he could help with. He wasn't supposed to actually enter the HQ without careful accompaniment, and as far as he could tell with his limited social sensitivity, none of Karkat's existing crew wanted anything to do with him. And he sure as hell didn't have the energy to deal with that kind of conflict anymore.
So he kept to himself. Day by day, his head was gradually beginning to clear, and he spent those long hours putting that newfound clarity of thought to use. A lot of it was struggling to sort out his feelings - to draw the line between what was him and what had been built in to him, with only minor victories. But for the first time in a long while he was able to feel out the depths of his injury, and he was becoming increasingly aware of how badly things were damaged.
And just how trapped he'd been for the last, well...ever.
But now he finally had some freedom to move, and he knew at least one thing he had to use it for. He had been spacing out on the resting slab for the while, but he was finding himself increasingly preoccupied with watching Aradia. Eventually he forced himself to speak.
"Aradia? Can I talk to you?"