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[What he said about being 'creepy' may be true. So much basic body language that all people do without thinking it over that he's forgotten. Uncanny valley in the flesh, not bad CGI on a movie screen. A hawk's eyes don't move in their sockets--he turns his entire head to look at things, like his shoulder when it's touched.

Héctor seems to have shrunk, rather than him growing. The whole room is smaller. He's already nervous... how in the world did he stand living this way? But at least speech is coming back to him. He can do this. He's faced worse and survived. And he's glad for his lack of expression, honestly. Weakness spells death for animals in the wild.]

Oh--okay. If, if you want to. It's just us. Why were you in ditches?

[He does want to. There's a lot he's feeling he should do right now but he can start with that. He takes the comb through Toby's hair, slow and gentle. It's still just a bit damp from washing and that should help smooth things easier. Any creepiness is ignored, for now.]

Depends on when you're asking. [It's a rueful laugh, but a soft one.] The year after the outlands, probably a last-minute place to hide during the day. In my teens, something stupid. As a kid, ah, well, probably playing in the mud.

[He keeps bringing the comb through, getting a stubborn flip to go smooth.]

I didn't realize. If you'd told me you'd be about this size we could have saved ourselves a trip. I still have some things I had to get for my younger self here-- fae spell gone wrong. I'd been planning to donate them, but I guess they'll come in handy after all.

[He sets the comb down. Then holds out a hand.]

Can you walk on your own or do you want me to brace you?

Edited 2019-09-03 06:51 (UTC)

[A bird thing in human skin, standing there awkwardly having his hair combed. It does feel soothing, balancing out his nervousness. He's afraid to turn his head now and ruin whatever this is, and he doesn't know what to do with his arms. They just dangle there, heavy and useless. Not like wings at all.

Eight months. That's all the time it took for being human to become so unnatural. Eight intense months, more exciting and vivid than his previous life ever was.]

I couldn't remember how tall this kid was. I think... walking is okay. And talking. Obviously.

[Hah hah, lame joke, he's a real comedian.]

[Eight months would do it for anybody.]

Obviously.

[He lets his hand fall with a nod and a smile, moving out of the way so Tobias can go ahead. He doesn't go far, wanting to be sure the boy's got this first, but he'll be off to the desk in no time, tugging open a low bottom draw. There's a pair of dark shoes there, some socks, and a folded up sweater with skeletal print.]

I had somewhat prophetic tastes. But it all should fit you. You can stick your hands in the pockets then, feels less weird.

[He brings it over to wherever Tobias sits. He doesn't look over as he speaks then.]

Speaking of strange... I remember you were pretty insistent you're not a kid. I've been going with that. Despite you not being that old... and sounding like a kid... being a grade student... It's kind of weird with that all in mind that you wouldn't mention your human form just happens to be... a kid. [The faintest wry smile pulls, but he doesn't want to accuse Toby, so he doesn't look over.] And it just reminds me of where that insistence usually comes from. I just want to say, if there's something here you're not being entirely truthful about, now would be a good time. Or call me fool. But no big deal. Do let me know if the shoes are too small or big. It could help us figure out the right size.

[He does sit, on the bed and on his hands both. That seems more natural, having something to do with them. But only for a moment, because there are shoes to pick up and look at. They're a little on the big side...

Meanwhile, his heart is thudding painfully in his chest. Caught. He done goofed. He's outed himself, he must confess now or real anger will follow.

No. Wait. Héctor hasn't said one word about being a human kid. He can still salvage this. He's not doomed, he's not going to be screamed at...]

I don't want anyone to worry. I've been looking after myself as long as I could think. [When in doubt, double down and lie to Héctor's face, utterly impassive.] People aren't going to trust a kid to have their back when they need it. Especially if the kid's a bird. Right?

[He does look at the boy then, expression still soft, even as he faces the steel wall that Tobias shows.]

You worry a lot about making people worry, don't you? [He can relate. He's always been that way.] I worry about everyone, Chamaco. Your age would not make you an exception.

[He takes a seat at Toby's side.]

But... no matter how I worry, I trust the kids here a lot more than you'd think. You're all really good kids. Good people, I can tell. You're willing to take on so much for the world. You scare me, but Dios, do you amaze me. You're going to be heroes. And I think, in many ways, you already are. If I were living, I'd trust my life unquestionably. And you've already had my back this whole time.

[He reaches up and places a hand on Tobias's shoulder.]

Being a bird doesn't change that. I don't see why it would. The different distrusted groups, daemons, mages, even plain old humans... All the different kinds of beings here with so many more bad histories and so many people tangled up in between and in groups overlapping... none of it changes who you are, at the core. You're Tobias. And what I just said about kids I have faith in applies no matter what.

Chamaco?

[He knows he's not saying that right. Blame it on speech out loud being tricky. And there's no need to change the subject. He doesn't have to lie about everything. Not who he is, only what he is.]

The world's not giving us a choice. Besides, it's... it's the best I've ever felt. Having a purpose is good for me. [One of the few things he's not confused about. He's here. He's so alive. He's... turning his head to look at the hand on his shoulder.

Héctor is far too good to be real.]

...you meant that about me?

Like muchacho. Or niño. Not quite so stiff. Kind of a nickname. Unless someone's shouting it, then they might not mean it like that, but you're here so that's not going to happen.

[Tobias is definitely not a brat. But he's a kid and so chamaco it is.

The world is giving a choice. It always is. It's just not giving an easy one, even where the choice comes easy for those involved. Like Tobias apparently.

Kid's just tugging at his heart.]

Of course I mean it. I wouldn't say it if I didn't.

This would be about the time I offer a hug but I don't know how weird that would be for you.

[What other choice did he have? Living in the woods forever. Or going back to a miserable childhood and looking forward to a boring adulthood. At best. Why do that when he can fly and the world needs him...?]

Me neither, I don't know about hugs. This isn't the real me, anyway. [Not anymore. Not what he wants to be. Easier to be a bird-turned-human.]

...Thanks. For saying it. No one's said anything like that to me before.

Maybe, but it's hard to hug a bird.

[Tobias is still Tobias. And that otherwise sounds like permission.

He leans in and wraps his arms around the kid, giving a squeeze. He's a boney guy (ha) but he can hug with the best of them. After a moment, he eases back.]

They should say it. And you'll find it a lot easier for people to do that here.

[Somehow he managed to be caught off guard, arms still stiff at his side. It's over before he can think to do anything. Good work, Tobias, real smooth. Well, the great sap over there won't mind!]

Can't blame people for not saying, I didn't know anyone. [Hug. Hmm. He has been hugged and that's going to stick with him. It also makes him think of something else...]

Can I ask a question?

[No, they can't really blame anyone. But maybe now they can get him up to speed.]

Sure. What's on your mind?

[He's as expressionless as he was five minutes ago, but there's a little hesitation now.]

Is someone helping you with your, uh... being dead problem? So that you can go home one of these days?

It's something Imelda and I are working on. It's going to be a slow process. There's a lot to try and workaround, and it's going to take a while if even we do find something that works, but we're on it.

[And if nothing works he'll go back to his old plans.]

Alright. That's good to hear. That something's being done.

[It's never stopped being difficult to tell himself the dude's not just going to keel over one night.]

[It can be hard to tell what Tobias is thinking much of the time but this one isn't difficult to guess.]

I'm not going to disappear. There's still time left for me. Promise.

[He tries to keep himself from blurting it out... and he fails. Shamefully.]

How much time?

[He doesn't like telling people this. In fact, he's only told Imelda.]

I don't know the exact time. There can be a lot of factors involved that could change things. I just have an idea of where I am at and I'll start to know when the end's coming. But, if I'm guessing, anywhere from a decade to a year and a half. Whichever the case, I'll be going home before I'm done.

A year and a half?

[Something does change on his face, finally. And here he'd been hoping for a decade, at least. He's an animal and he has more time than that.]

...I'm sorry. That's not fair.

[That sticks in deep. It twists and for as much as he holds back he can't hide all of it. He moves a bit closer and brings an arm around again, just a slight squeeze.]

It's not really about fairness, Tobias. You have to remember, this is my second chance, not my first. Everything I get now, the people I get to meet, the memories I make, it's all extra. Most people don't get that. Especially not without a catch. I'm very lucky man. And I'm grateful.

As for you, just because I won't always be around doesn't mean it changes anything now. Not unless you want it to. But in the mean time, I'll still be your friend and I'll still be here to help.

[Well. Ow.

He won't say it again, but. Not fair. Not fair at all. The best, most loving family he's seen, and it could all end. And there's nothing he can do about it. It... hurts.

He... exhales, out his nose. It's not really a sigh. Breathing at all through his mouth seems odd.]

You keep saying that, but... I've got it good for whatever I am. I don't think I need help. Not more than you've already done.

Tobias.

[His tone is stern but there's a smile on his face now.]

You're allowed to have more. I have no less to give, for whatever you are or however much time I have. If it soothes your conscience or pride, it does me good being able to offer something in this world. But regardless of any of that, every person, no matter how well off, can use a bit of help. Welcome to humanity, Tobias, this is how my crazy species functions best when we function at all.

[He gives Tobias a pat on his shoulder and gets up.]

Let's make some good memories! Turn the good to great! I'm texting Imelda. I'm sure we've got the ingredients for something good here.

Edited 2019-09-04 03:12 (UTC)

[Every damn word the man says only makes him want it not to end even more--but. What can he do?

What can he do?

Maybe in five years he'd know enough healing magic... and he may not have five years. The whole world might not. He stays seated on the bed and watches.]

Is she going to be awake this late...? It doesn't have to be anything special. I've never had soda.

Go to bed without our nightly time? And deal with my heartbroken whining and wailing? She might have married me but she's not that masochistic.

[He grins wide.]

We'll see what we have. She's going to make what she wants though, just watch.

[No comment. What the heck does he know about love and marriage. He's a damn bird.]

Fine with me. I don't know much about food.

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