#helping [iStone, June 13th]

[demonpuppy]

Um...are the flowers in the robots important? I...I found some, and--

Uh. I just. I dunno what they are. One's blue and one's yellow? The yellow ones broke it apart real bad.

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[postictal]

Did you tell anyone that you were going there? Anyone at all?

[demonpuppy]

...

...no...I just wanted to help, so--!

[postictal]

[There's a moment of silence, punctuated by a sigh.]

I know. It's okay, just - next time you really gotta tell someone. Erika, me, anyone. We don't know what's out here.

[demonpuppy]

I...I had Sunny with me...

[Chip groans and there's a sound of shuffling for a moment.]

...I'm sorry.

[postictal]

I'm not mad, I just - [I'm not angry, Timothy. But you can't lie to me again.]

We don't want you getting hurt or anything.

[demonpuppy]

[It reminds them of Grant, somehow. Maybe it's the tone, or something else, but they can't help but remember that day Sophie led them back. The way his eyes had been so red...]

[They're horrible at this.]

I...I won't. I'm not trying to!

[postictal]

[No one tries to.]

[That's a lie, though. It's not that no one tries to. Some people do, in fact, try to hurt themselves. Some try quite a lot. He flexes his hand, open and shut.]

I know you're just trying to help. I'm glad you are, but...you just gotta let people know, okay?

[demonpuppy]

...'kay. I'm sorry.

[For all the good that it does.]

[postictal]

[A soft sound of a sigh behind a closed fist. Hell. He's really no good at this.]

I know. I...I'm glad you're okay.