[ Ganymede wants to be able to be that level of calm. He's gotten everything together so far, but to lose himself like this feels ignoble even if it is unreasonable to place such an expectation that he can consider his tolerance to traumatic events herculean.
He almost feels a bit of jealousy stir inside of him, but Ganymede isn't exactly brought to his senses until he feels those fingers gripping his shoulders—and that brings himself out of his head. Back to where he is now, taking a few shuddering breaths. ]
...R-right. I can do that.
[ He closes his eyes tight for a moment, and then opens them again. They're so deep inside. Logging out would be easier, wouldn't it? It's the logical choice of actions—and then he'd be left with his thoughts. In the face of that, he can turn away completely from the glass he was leaning against, taking some steps forward, not at a slow pace. ]
happens to the best of us \o/
He almost feels a bit of jealousy stir inside of him, but Ganymede isn't exactly brought to his senses until he feels those fingers gripping his shoulders—and that brings himself out of his head. Back to where he is now, taking a few shuddering breaths. ]
...R-right. I can do that.
[ He closes his eyes tight for a moment, and then opens them again. They're so deep inside. Logging out would be easier, wouldn't it? It's the logical choice of actions—and then he'd be left with his thoughts. In the face of that, he can turn away completely from the glass he was leaning against, taking some steps forward, not at a slow pace. ]
That one, the one I saw before....no, nevermind.