gunsandgusto:

> As soon as he goes limp, you do the work for him, picking him right up and carrying him over to the couch — you really hope it’s not intruding as you sit down and situate your small friend in your lap, holding him close. 

“I don’t mind, Arley, like I said. I’d make sure you’re all right over taking a snooze any day." 

> Rub his back lightly. You thank your lucky stars that you’ve now had more hands-on experience with people; it makes this less awkward for you.

"Are you breathing properly? It’s important when you’re feeling something unpleasant that you breathe.”

Oh. Being carried was really nice. And so was the sitting so close - he liked it. He felt a little better curled up against Jake, a little safer. Not like he ever felt threatened in this house in any way, but the circumstances… yeah. He slumped further against Jake and sighed.

“I still feel bad. You shouldn’t have to hop up every time I’m having a hard time dealing with… being a person.” Arley’s cheeks were warm. He felt a little… dumb, in addition to the guilt and worry. Ugh.

“I think so. I don’t need to breathe, but it’s been programmed to be reflexive. I’m not having complications with it. But I haven’t recharged in a few days. I’m having difficulties closing background processes. I think it’s the worry.”