If Colt hadn't been there, Haulean would have completely fallen apart. Colt was the reason he'd even managed to pull himself together enough to get out of bed, which no one else had managed to get him to do. So having the older male speak in that low, calming tone and squeeze his shoulder definitely helped. Without even realizing it, he'd started to obey, attempting to breathe as instructed.
However, the little bean couldn't help tensing up again when Ruth spoke up. The anxiety in his brain kept trying to tell him he was being taken away. That they were just trying to soften the blow by being nice. Even his dreams had tried to tell him he wasn't wanted. He knew it was stupid, cos he'd just been told numerous times that he wasn't going anywhere, but he was still trying to convince himself.
Once more, Colt moved into view and Haulean, as commanded, looked up at him all wide-eyed and kinda dizzy at this point. He did his best to focus on Colt's eyes, and the sound of his voice. He made himself hear what he was saying... and what Ruth was saying. Though. Well. Haulean had never found Danny particularly scary. But Haulean didn't find most people scary... with the exception of mean old John Marc. Now there was someone who'd probably be glad to see Haulean go.
Not the point. The words were finally... starting to register. That, or the boy was just too drained to keep fretting. As he let out a trembling breath, his head dropped forward and the tension in his shoulders eased a bit. Then his head was tilted back up, and the reassurances came again, along with an offer of one of his favorite things. "H-hug." he blurted, though he was wobbling where he stood. Probably ought to lie back down before he fell down.
Those wary blue eyes flicked past Colt's shoulder to Ruth as he spoke, and he gulped back the tears that'd apparently started up again without his noticing. A chat. He could do a chat. He gave a wobbly nod. Though the mention of beer made him grimace. Colt would know, Haulean didn't drink. It all tasted foul to the freckled youth. And he didn't use any substances either, unless you counted the occasional sugary treat.
The question of smoking got a dizzy little shake of the head. "M'allergic." he mumbled. Being in proximity of smoking tended to make the boy ill. His eyes would get itchy, his nose would get stuffy, and then of course was the coughing. As an added bonus, some types of smoke made him hella nauseous.
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However, the little bean couldn't help tensing up again when Ruth spoke up. The anxiety in his brain kept trying to tell him he was being taken away. That they were just trying to soften the blow by being nice. Even his dreams had tried to tell him he wasn't wanted. He knew it was stupid, cos he'd just been told numerous times that he wasn't going anywhere, but he was still trying to convince himself.
Once more, Colt moved into view and Haulean, as commanded, looked up at him all wide-eyed and kinda dizzy at this point. He did his best to focus on Colt's eyes, and the sound of his voice. He made himself hear what he was saying... and what Ruth was saying. Though. Well. Haulean had never found Danny particularly scary. But Haulean didn't find most people scary... with the exception of mean old John Marc. Now there was someone who'd probably be glad to see Haulean go.
Not the point. The words were finally... starting to register. That, or the boy was just too drained to keep fretting. As he let out a trembling breath, his head dropped forward and the tension in his shoulders eased a bit. Then his head was tilted back up, and the reassurances came again, along with an offer of one of his favorite things. "H-hug." he blurted, though he was wobbling where he stood. Probably ought to lie back down before he fell down.
Those wary blue eyes flicked past Colt's shoulder to Ruth as he spoke, and he gulped back the tears that'd apparently started up again without his noticing. A chat. He could do a chat. He gave a wobbly nod. Though the mention of beer made him grimace. Colt would know, Haulean didn't drink. It all tasted foul to the freckled youth. And he didn't use any substances either, unless you counted the occasional sugary treat.
The question of smoking got a dizzy little shake of the head. "M'allergic." he mumbled. Being in proximity of smoking tended to make the boy ill. His eyes would get itchy, his nose would get stuffy, and then of course was the coughing. As an added bonus, some types of smoke made him hella nauseous.
@Colton Young
10-24-2024, 06:01 PM
