Sync couldn’t feel any emotion akin to ‘missing’ like Maurice thought. At least… he’d never had an equivalent to compare his roommate’s situation to. Maybe that empty ache was both better and worse, in the sense he didn’t know what exactly he was lacking in regards to a family situation.
(It still aches. To watch others have what he couldn’t, shouldn’t, attain.)
“…it’s alright. It would be wasted on me.”
Not that he couldn’t actually eat it, and if Maurice actually made some and had Sync sit down with it… and he determined it wasn’t poisoned or something… then Sync could try. But any sort of enjoyment Maurice might expect out of that would be better saved for someone else.
(He’s never had someone share before, not in a way that mattered. Not in such a wholeheartedly good-natured way, something that wasn’t degrading or dangling positive feelings in front of his face.)
Maurice stares at Sync, his brows furrowed--not in an upset way, more so in a way like a person who was seeing a word in a language they almost understood would. And then it clicked and those brows drift up. Oh. OH no.
He's never met somebody who hated themselves the way he did--and said it.
"Oh, God. No...no, it wouldn't. I mean it dosen't."
It was interesting, watching confusion shift to understanding on Maurice’s features. And then the fervent denial.
Odd.
Sync lets out a soft huff. “Deny it all you want. It doesn’t make it any less true.”
He’s used to people attempting uplifting speeches and heroic persuasions when he says such things. In a way, Maurice’s reaction really wasn’t all that uncommon.
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toothaches) wrote2025-03-23 03:07 pm
<3 /cries “He’s happy to share his mom” T.T
(It still aches. To watch others have what he couldn’t, shouldn’t, attain.)
“…it’s alright. It would be wasted on me.”
Not that he couldn’t actually eat it, and if Maurice actually made some and had Sync sit down with it… and he determined it wasn’t poisoned or something… then Sync could try. But any sort of enjoyment Maurice might expect out of that would be better saved for someone else.
(He’s never had someone share before, not in a way that mattered. Not in such a wholeheartedly good-natured way, something that wasn’t degrading or dangling positive feelings in front of his face.)
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CW: self-deprecation implications(so sorry Maurice T.T)
(Even if the honest curiosity that Maurice is looking at him with irks him. He keeps it out of his tone, flat and true as his words form.)
“Sharing something precious with trash just degrades it, doesn’t it?”
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He's never met somebody who hated themselves the way he did--and said it.
"Oh, God. No...no, it wouldn't. I mean it dosen't."
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Odd.
Sync lets out a soft huff. “Deny it all you want. It doesn’t make it any less true.”
He’s used to people attempting uplifting speeches and heroic persuasions when he says such things. In a way, Maurice’s reaction really wasn’t all that uncommon.