[…Right, that makes sense. Rindo nods, somewhat absently. At least Gladion's laid down now. That's something. What else can be done, then?
Focusing on his own concern is an effective distraction from the urge to stare, to burn the sight of what should have been into his memory before it's taken away. Still, his gaze tends to linger, and the sight of a fully human Gladion stirs in him an odd sort of grief he hadn't felt before.
…Okay. Focus. He blinks, as if to chase those thoughts away.]
Want me to stay until it wears off?
[He doesn't mind. Not like he was doing anything of importance before he got called over. And he figures offering directly might push Gladion past whatever hangups he might have about it.]
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Focusing on his own concern is an effective distraction from the urge to stare, to burn the sight of what should have been into his memory before it's taken away. Still, his gaze tends to linger, and the sight of a fully human Gladion stirs in him an odd sort of grief he hadn't felt before.
…Okay. Focus. He blinks, as if to chase those thoughts away.]
Want me to stay until it wears off?
[He doesn't mind. Not like he was doing anything of importance before he got called over. And he figures offering directly might push Gladion past whatever hangups he might have about it.]